Blood on the Marble, Mrxantwaun - Questions Lyrics

Well, apparently my landlord
Can not tolerate my blackness
I'm blowing hella doja and
I cloud my whole apartment, as I
Walk through the darkness
I seen the Loch Ness, he scared!
Walk through the darkness
I seen the Loch Ness he fled!
He fled! He bled! Blood on my hands
Vindictive emotions
I'm sipping the potion
Holy ghost can't save my soul
I smoke 
I comatose, I blow!
I overdose, my soul! I think I sold...

And If I tell myself that it would be alright
Will it really be alright?
And if I smoke a little bit to bit to ease my mind
Will it really ease my mind?
And if I tell myself that it would be alright
Will it really be alright?
And if I smoke a little dope to ease mind
Will it really ease my mind?

Questions, these questions
They ain't got the answers tho no
Questions, these questions
They ain't got the answers no-oh...

Lifestyle of the rich and famous got me living reckless
Also want a chain I might just grab myself a weapon
I am not to blame, its just the way that
I was brought up
I am not to blame, its what the internet has taught us
Niggas calling women bitches
''Its the fucking culture"
I'm in Barcelona I got niggas in the gutter
In the cut like a bandage
Ah!
And your mouth ache
Make your backache
I'm on a move...

And If I tell myself that it would be alright
Will it really be alright?
And if I smoke a little bit to bit to ease my mind
Will it really ease my mind?
And if I tell myself that it would be alright
Will it really be alright?
And if I smoke a little dope to ease mind
Will it really ease my mind?

Questions, these questions
They ain't got the answers tho no
Questions, these questions
They ain't got the answers no-oh...