Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Demons , by - Dave East. Release date: 01.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Demons |
| I can give a fuck about a blog list |
| I’m reading gun magazines looking for a cartridge |
| Winchester special edition, leave niggas nauseous |
| Riding in a Crown Vic I picked up from the auction |
| Presidents in my pockets, these niggas all dead |
| I’m in a Spider the same color as cornbread |
| She ain’t fucking with the help but gave the boss head |
| And most my niggas is crip but I want the Porsche red |
| Yankee Stadium, hustled around the corner |
| Jumping on the Bruckner backwoods and marijuana |
| Whole block sweating it’s feeling just like a sauna |
| I can’t predict the future but bet I fuck up some commas |
| How it feel to be respected in the projects |
| Chinese and some Kennedy fried, that’s all I digest |
| Can’t just get it, be patient cause it’s a process |
| These niggas don’t care about living long as they die fresh |
| Avoiding the precinct, ducking my demons |
| Some say I’m conceded, act like I need 'em |
| Praying five times a day to clean my sins up |
| Knowing I’m just tryna pull that Benz up |
| Avoiding the priests and ducking my demons |
| Some say I’m conceded, act like I need 'em |
| Praying five times a day to clean my sins up |
| Knowing I’m just tryna pull that Benz up |
| I know it’s hard to shine, that’s why they hate a star |
| Dirty face and towel, shaking yola in a mason jar |
| You think you riding, I got some youngins that’ll take your car |
| Break your legs then fuck the bitch that’ll break your heart |
| Fuck the 23rd, 25th, and the 14th |
| NYPD try to put pressure to make us all sing |
| But me, I can’t harmonize, I don’t know no melodies |
| I know about felonies, delinquents full of jealousy |
| Used to have that dog food and I ain’t talking Pedigree |
| Bully told me he on tour with Trigger, shit is heavenly |
| I’m still in the junkie house, I promise in a month I’m out |
| Phone clicking all this chicken got me in your hunny mouth |
| Crashed up my first whip, they say I took the dummy route |
| My man took some pills to Virginia, he tryna run the south |
| Back to the city, it’s gritty niggas is dumbing out |
| Cops giving out shots, no longer giving summons out |
| Clear the summer out |
| Avoiding the priests and ducking my demons |
| Some say I’m conceded, act like I need 'em |
| Praying five times a day to clean my sins up |
| Knowing I’m just tryna pull that Benz up |
| Avoiding the priests and ducking my demons |
| Some say I’m conceded, act like I need 'em |
| Praying five times a day to clean my sins up |
| Knowing I’m just tryna pull that Benz up |
| Please forgive us, we all just want to correct our wrongs. |
| Right? |