Dark Cloud

Embracing the Dark Cloud: Shxe Parada's Soulful Journey of Transformation
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Lyrics

Somethings got control of me

Something is exerting influence over the speaker


I can feel in my soul, I can hear it when I speak

The speaker senses this influence in their soul and voice


I see a dark cloud over me

A metaphorical dark cloud symbolizes a negative presence or situation


Tell me how I’ve changed

Request for feedback on perceived changes in the speaker


I don’t think I am the same now

The speaker feels different and questions their identity


Wait now, I don’t wanna break down

Desire to avoid breaking down emotionally


Need more than I make now

The speaker requires more than they currently earn


And I’m hungry, so I’m hunting for it with my fangs out

The speaker aggressively pursues their goals


Pour the pain out on em

Expressing emotional pain outwardly


Sad and bout the comma’s

Regretful about financial matters


Tatted up and fuck the drama

Tattoos and disregard for drama as a form of self-expression


I’m a goner,

Feeling like a lost cause


At least that’s what they all say

Others perceive the speaker as a lost cause


Either way

Indifference to perception


We all gonna end up rottin in a grave

A reminder of mortality


Until then ima get cake

Determined to accumulate wealth until death


Stockpile tattoos & riches till my dyin day

Collecting tattoos and riches as symbols of life


In the foreign whips while

Driving expensive cars


Drippin out the wrist blood

Symbolic display of bleeding wrist


Ima demon, shawty, we are not the same

Identifying as a demon, emphasizing differences


Everybody stressful,

Universal stress and lack of friends


That’s why I have no friends for

Explaining the absence of friends due to stress


& I don’t think that’ll ever change

Doubtful that the speaker's situation will change


Somethings got control of me

Reiteration of external control over the speaker


I can feel in my soul, I can hear it when I speak

Reiteration of sensing control in soul and voice


I see a dark cloud over me

Reiteration of the metaphorical dark cloud


Tell me how I’ve changed

Request for assessment of personal changes


I don’t think I am the same now

Continued self-reflection on personal transformation


Wait now, I don’t wanna break down

Reiteration of emotional breakdown avoidance


Need more than I make now

Continued dissatisfaction with current earnings


And I’m hungry, so I’m hunting for it with my fangs out

Aggressive pursuit of goals with determination


Pour the pain out on em

Expression of emotional pain towards others


Sad and bout the comma’s

Regret regarding financial matters


Tatted up and fuck the drama

Tattoos and rejection of drama as a consistent theme


I’m a goner,

Reiteration of feeling like a lost cause


At least that’s what they all say

Reiteration of external perception as a lost cause


Either way

Indifference to the inevitability of death


We all gonna end up rottin in a grave

Reminder of the universal fate of death


Until then ima get cake

Determined pursuit of wealth until death


Stockpile tattoos & riches till my dyin day

Continued accumulation of symbols until death


I don’t wanna daydream about how..

Expressing a desire not to fantasize about success


I’ma make it happen right now

Determination to make dreams a reality in the present


Hungry so I’m hunting for it with my fangs out

Continued aggressive pursuit of goals


in the zone under my dark cloud

Embracing the challenges under the metaphorical dark cloud


Somethings got control of me

Reiteration of external influence on the speaker


I can feel in my soul, I can hear it when I speak

Reiteration of sensing control in soul and voice


I see a dark cloud over me

Reiteration of the metaphorical dark cloud


Tell me how I’ve changed

Request for assessment of personal changes


I don’t think I am the same now

Continued self-reflection on personal transformation

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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