Don or Dawn

Verse 1

Baby, even though my dark wings don't rise,

I get depressed when I see you with your kind.

Oh, my brain-gum thinking suicidal,

Scheming how I’ll kill your girl with my stuffed toys.

Blood on my mind, knives in my hands,

Murder in my thoughts, can’t bear to see you with another.

Even though I know you’re still a skinhead,

Is this the rise of the Don or the dawn of the dark?

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Chorus

Am I the Don or the dawn of the dark?

You got me talking, stalking your back.

Is this luck or lack of love?

I need you back on my back, on my gosh.

I know you fuck her and like her, but she’s harsh.

Maybe true, I’m the Don or the dawn of the dark.

In fact, I’m your bad luck.

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Verse 2

She’s beautiful, but I’m the bold type.

She’s got the body, I got the brains.

She got money—oh wait, it’s her dad’s.

Oops, did I forget the sugar in front of the daddy?

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Hook

Dark wings don’t rise, but I’m flying in my mind,

Caught between the dawn and the night, lost in time.

Is this love or a curse that I can’t escape?

I’m the Don of the dark, and you’re my fate.

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Rap

I get my feistness from Millie Bobby Brown,

Rare like Selena Gomez,

Got dark humor like the Scarlet Witch,

But I feel like Grilla the Witch.

When you sleep with her, don’t expect kids,

‘Cause I cut her placenta out,

Gave you a vasectomy.

Not bad, just dark—your bad luck.

I’m an Aquarius,

Guess you kinda understand.