Lyrics Demons - MC Redwolf, Voltaire, Epsilon

Demons

Yea yea
It’s Voltaire
Aye
Demons, I carry
Blindfold on my third eye
Try to bury them in the ice cold
Night’s slowly turning to day as my hands burn, ride home
In a hurry, I’m worried to waste time
Can’t lose a second of daylight
I’m like a decapitated playwright
Like touring with stage fright
I defeat my own purpose, every morning I lay tired
Motivation drawn from making it (shit)
Every elevator got a break, bitch
I stay away and lane shift
Don’t even behave different
Still, I’m an alien
Billions, fading to norms
Imma stay still, in place in the storm
The, fake just reform
I say, fuck waiting for my break…
This is it, imma take what I want
And I don’t, give a shit 'bout your thoughts
So get off me
To get them stop sleeping on me, this is coffee
I’m the best in my field
Still depressed, shit is real
A shell of my past self, deception
I’m fighting myself and my
Demons embody all my imperfections
I- I- I’m the demon that you’re fearing, yuh
Don’t hold back now
Chopping up the venom in intermate pieces, yuh
I go split that
Spit it, hit it
Think about how you would did it
Think about how the chicken was together
If tied together like I’d spin it
But I am coming back now
Don’t come back with Rac now
Come back
Like a callback
I coulda' had you but I didn’t wanna
I’m the demon that you’re fearing now, woah
Woah, woah, woaah, aye aye, yea
I’m the best in my field
Still depressed, shit is real
Living reckless, the press say I sound like a broken record
At this point I’m just stoked to be mentioned
Our demons embody all our imperfections
The best in my field
Still depressed, shit is real
Living reckless, the press say I sound like a broken record
At this point I’m just stoked to be mentioned
Our demons embody all our imperfections