| Darkness of the night, will you lead me astray?
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| Reaching for my life, you see something in me
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| Can’t get you off my mind, no, Ah huh
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| Something strange is coming over me
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| He’s right beside me, going…
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| Walking while running outta options
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| I could Uber to the other side of town but my battery life is on…
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| Let me check, shit.
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| It’s on two percent
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| It ain’t nearly enough, like the cash I got in my pocket
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| That’s when I see someone stoppin', hopin' this nigga God sent
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| In his beat up Cressida
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| He rolled the window down
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| I sense a evil demeanour, man I should turn around
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| But where’m I goin', It’s 2AM in the morning
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| Man fuck it, I’m being paranoid
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| Voice in my head tell me «Chill, Stop being hella moist»
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| He looked me dead in the face, asked me «You need a ride?»
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| So I hop in, and I’m just hopin' I’ll be alright
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| «So where you goin'?»
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| I told him and he just started laughing
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| Said «You're in luck because that’s exactly where I’ll be passing»
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| I get a sudden sense of relief and relax a little
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| Smile on his face reassured me that I could trust a nigga
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| And so we riding, while on the way he be cracking jokes
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| We chuckle up, reach for the dash and he pass me smokes, we spark it up
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| Approaching the gas station, he asks if I mind waiting, I said «Nah»
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| Still uneasy, can’t help it, my mind racing
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| So I waited, grateful that I made it this far
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| He got out, and that’s when I start searching the car
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| I’m wondering what I’m in for
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| I’m tryna find me some info
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| Who this nigga?
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| What he plannin'?
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| And what’s he so kind to me for?
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| As I’m going down this rabit hole, I found some documents that were inside his
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| cabbin hole
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| I found his ID, dating back a hundred years or so
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| Thinkin' I’m trippin' or some thing, this gotta be a joke
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| He walkin' back and I can’t help but notice his pale skin
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| He lookin' back at me with that same grin
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| Open the car, came in
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| Gave me a drink and told me not to worry, he got me covered
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| So I thought he wouldn’t do me dirty
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| But I still wondered
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| Darkness of the night, will you lead me astray?
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| Reaching for my life, you see some things in me
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| Can’t get you off my mind, no, Ah huh
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| Something strange is coming over me
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| He’s right beside me, going…
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| Whoa woah, oh oh
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| Worlds apart, worlds apart
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| So I let it go and keep it moving, yeah
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| Engine runnin' and we’re movin'
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| Askin' if he got some music
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| He said «Nah, here’s another doob hit»
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| I said «Nah nigga, play the music»
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| «You ain’t got none!?, nigga bullshit»
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| «Here I got some, It’s some new shit»
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| He’s like «Who's this?»
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| I’m like «Who this?! |
| Are you stupid?! |
| This' Drake»
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| You Know Jay? |
| Like The Blueprint, Magna Carta Holy Grail?
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| I can see he don’t relate, I could see it in his face
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| Thinking this is kinda strange
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| So I ask about his age, he said he Twenty Five
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| When, back in Seventy five?
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| We laugh it off
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| He hit the gas so I buckle up
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| We going fast, What the fuck is up?
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| He like «Chill nigga»
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| «Fuck how you feel nigga»
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| You needed help, going through hell and you met a real nigga
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| And so, we kept on talking and we had some things in common
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| Told me 'bout life and conspiracies
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| How he searches for inner peace
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| He had an empty gaze
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| Staring at the road so eerily
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| I’m tryna hide the fear in me
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| Running from the inner me
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| I take a closer look at his features
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| Skin looked like he bleached it
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| Hands ashy and his nails weren’t the cleanest
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| And a certain smell emerged out the blue
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| But then he just, couldn’t smell it
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| That’s the price I had to pay for convenience
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| Now the headlights flicking from the other side of traffic
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| Made me notice cataracts in is eyes
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| I’m thinking «That's it, nigga pull over, i’ll be fine here»
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| He said «We almost there»
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| «Nigga we almost where!?»
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| He said «Do not despair»
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| Before I knew it, we were at a memorial site
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| Told me that’s where he died and so would I
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| I watched him age in front of me
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| And got younger right after he, dragged me out the car and beat my forehead
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| with a shovel
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| He said «This' what’s become of me»
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| «I'm grateful for your company»
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| «Thanks for the recovery»
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| And as I try to ask him please… *Spade hits… spade starts digging* |