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• My D3mons (Prod. By Dame Grease)

I swear I can feel them fucking with me,

I swear I can feel them fucking with me,

Every night I feel them fucking with me

Hit me with …

I wake up screaming in my sleep every fucking night

Open up my eyes to cold sweat, bloody cloths from my nose

Yeah, nothing nice

Father I killed a man, but I had to do it

Only thing is he is me, how the fuck you couldn’t get me through it?

My skin is bluish, voices in my head, saying don’t be stupid

All you have is in that bag, you better use it

Cut it, snuff it, puff it, shoot it

Only one I trust now is myself these motherfuckers do this

Gun in my pillow cause all I feel is a paranoia

Hoes in my want for more the nights said I was fin to forward

The devil’s here, but I’m still awake

Did I broke the mirror, could I seen his face?

Even my bitch corrupted, I fucked the pussy till it’s bloody

Took it down and then she sucked it,

Told me that she love it, bitch!

Everything is black, I think I am deceased,

I am a ghost without the bed sheets, ex speak

If a beast swag got big, so big

Fuck it, if I gotta live it, then y’all gonna see it

Eat it, shit it, live it, it’s in my blood

That’s why I get down like what, dirt to the mud

You fucked up, then your shit was sweet, you shouldn’t speak

You spit the heat, on the back of his head,

Make him spit teeth

He was one on his beef, I don’t wanna have to be the one

To tell you the shit deeper, man

I swear I can feel them fucking with me,

Every night I feel them fucking with me

Please god tell these demons stop fucking with me

Every god damn night I feel them fucking with me

Please god

Just…still the same, ain’t right, if a nigga still can’t feel the pain

But still kill the game, still keep real and aim

I get down one way, we keep it that one way

Or take it to gunplay

And a nigga know if we gonna walk this dog

If we ain’t going, talk it all

Make a nigga have to talk with the fog

That’s the only language we know,

Then you go, pow, pow, partner, you go

And I hate that I can see snakes…they don’t even try to hide

It’s like they be tryina get near me

Most of y’all don’t get me, it’s like I’m talking to myself

The nigga so dumb, got me feeling like I’m talking for my health

They like I’m talking for the wealth, cause ain’t no money in the truth

So I’ll leave this shit for real, y’all make it up in the booth

Till a nigga loose his tooth, over some shit he didn’t plan on

One prepared for, really couldn’t stand on

Turn the cam on, higher speed and it’s hands up and watch

Are we back up with that heat to get his tan on

Now that’s for fucking with me,

And that’s for my dog, this because where you going you not gonn need that arm

The streets is talking, oho, there they go

Thirsty for that blood

Do you know how it feels, to be so mad to a kill

Or be so trapped…

And whenever you close your eyes, everything inside you dies

And all the hides, crimes and lies come alive,…motherfucker

I swear I can feel them fucking with me,

Every night I feel them fucking with me

Please god tell these demons stop fucking with me

Every god damn night I feel them fucking with me

Hit me with the…

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