Pratica: Dark Times

Waking up, half-past five

Blood on pillow and one bruised eye

Drunk too much, you know what I'm like

But you should've seen the other guy

This ain't the right time for you to fall in love with me

Well, baby, I'm just being honest

And I know my lies could not make you believe

Running in circles, that's why

In my dark times, I'll be going back to the street

Promising everything I do not mean

In my dark times, baby, this is all I could be

And only my mother can love me for me

In my dark times (dark times)

In my dark times (dark times)

Light one up, let me bum a smoke, uh

Still coming down, dripping throat, uh

I got another man's blood on my clothes

But it ain't his fault, it's the life I chose

This ain't the right time for you to fall in love with me

My baby, I'm just being honest

And I know my lies could never make you believe

Running in circles, that's why

In my dark times, I'll be going back to these streets

Promising everything I do not mean

In my dark times, baby, this is all I could be

Only my mother could love me for me

In my dark times (dark times)

In my dark times (dark times)

In my dark times, I've still got some problems, I know

Driving too fast but just moving too slow

And I've got something I've been trying to let go of

Pulling me back every time

In my dark times (oh), taking it back to the street (oh)

Making those promises that I could not keep

In my dark times, baby, this is all I could be

Only my mother could love me for me

In my dark times, taking it down to the street

Making those promises that I would never keep

In my dark times, this is all I could be

Only my mother could love me for me

In my dark times (dark times)

In my dark times (dark times)

In my dark times...