Dark is where the heart is, I write cold, cold cause that's where art is
Dark is where the heart is, use the rage like any artist
Dark is where the heart is, I write cold, cold cause that's where art is
Dark is where the heart is, use the rage like any artist

Lock up at your nanna's, I'm coming through with no manners
And light up the George Foreman, cause we're having beef sangas
It's been touching go, but never again so slow
I'm flipping I just can't go, to prison I'm asking so

Cause I've been paying for the sins of many moons ago
And I've been praying for a win, but the courts are damn slow
So I'll spit it out, until this mic is busted
Anyway, who said they want sauce and mustard

Dark is where the heart is, I write cold, cold cause that's where art is
Dark is where the heart is, use the rage like any artist
Dark is where the heart is, I write cold, cold cause that's where art is
Dark is where the heart is, use the rage like any artist

I write cold cause thats where all the words flow free
I get a rip it up right now feel when something ticks in me
I gotta flip it into a high cause it's just meant to be
I just don't give it up all my time cause it cuts mentally

Skimmin across that one lane drive don't you know
I'm like grabbing a cutlass sword but keep the camry though
You never catch me bro, I'm quite the slippery joe
It's like I'm slipping on these beats behind me when i flow

Dark is where the heart is, I write cold, cold cause that's where art is
Dark is where the heart is, use the rage like any artist
Dark is where the heart is, I write cold, cold cause that's where art is
Dark is where the heart is, use the rage like any artist