Yila - Back From Hell lyrics

One-two-three-four-five, four, three, two, one [Hook] x3 When I get back from hell again I'm gonna be so elegant The relevance of my benevolence is evident When I get back from hell again I'm gonna be so elegant The relevance of my [Verse 1] I'm sentimental Oh no I mean I'm said to be mental When I don't get what I want I find it's hard just to be gentle Gentle? The rental of some self control When you lose your mind Is when you start to find your soul unfold This morning when I woke up All the thoughts that I had just broke up Broken fragments of my dreams left me choked up Distant memories I'd repressed all spoke Aaaaah f** This was something that I wasn't expecting My dreams solidifies and started asking me questions And the deeper I looked into their hate-filled eyes I realised they were you, only in disguise So I jumped to my feet How the f** did I become so weak? Too soon did I admit defeat I grabbed a pen and start writing to the beat And I wrote: [Hook] When I get back from hell again I'm gonna be so elegant The relevance of my benevolence is evident When I get back from hell again I'm gonna be so elegant The relevance of my [Verse 2] As time went by I realised you can't just drop out But I'm telling you man It's hard to block out The sound that rebounds and resounds And resounds again Off the walls of my mind Cause I miss my friend But now I'm on a mission to mend Everything that broke and make it glisten again Strip down redesign construct and improve While the rest procrastinate I'll be making my move I hope in years to come I've elevated But chances are I'll be inebriated But that's cool As long as my mind ain't sedated And the things that I've learned Haven't been erased and wasted When you forget about the hand your dealt All that really matters is the things you've felt So f** it, bring on the good and bad times If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes When you forget about the hand you're dealt All that really matters is the things you've felt So f** it, bring on the good and bad times If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes when [Hook] x6 When I get back from hell again I'm gonna be so elegant The relevance of my benevolence is evident