Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Know, artist - DJ Clay. Album song Let Em Bleed the Mix Tape Vol 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
They Know |
On my knees havin' feelings of pain |
On the ceiling blood sprayed mist |
I’m needin some fuckin desperate healing |
I close my eyes to see my whole life pass by |
Im hurt up on the inside and ain’t even gotta ask why |
It’s like I’m caught up in the pressure, feelin empty |
Waking up drenched in sweat, soakin wet |
Ain’t got nobody with me |
I’m all alone and fightin battles with my inner demons |
Closet filled with bones so many secrets and they’re talkin to me |
Did they see me do it? |
dump the body in the river |
Open up their stomach, drink the blood, and then I eat the liver |
Was there a witness to my sickness? |
I swear paranoia got me goin crazy, should I confess? |
All this murder piling up, stackin at my feet |
Got me in them cold sweats I’m drowning in a Krimson Kreek |
Now I’m nervous, feelin empty scitzrophranic |
All this passion, skull bashin, got me manic in a fuckin panic |
I feel their eyes on me |
Somethin watches my every move |
If they see what I see, they’d know exactly what I do |
Try and amend yet another crime on my mind |
Walk amongst society and try to leave this all behind |
But every step I take I feel the pressure growin |
People starin at me, shit, all these motherfuckers knowin what I do |
By the moonlight while creepin in the dark |
Do they know about the jogger in the bushes by the park? |
Do they know about the lady in the woods by the highway? |
Will I rot in prison cause I gotta do it my way? |
I shoulda listened to em cause it all made sense |
Burn the bodies, burn my clothes, and burn up all the evidence |
But now I’m stressin with a mind full of questions |
Scitzrophrania, depression, gotta find a new profession |
Feelin weak with all this growin' thin and this agony I’m livin in |
A killer from the crops only knowin bout a life of sin |
This shit was easy when I didn’t make the choices |
Killin ain’t the same when you’re ignoring all the voices |
All these voices in my head, are they the voices from the dead? |
I hear them comin down the halls underneath my fuckin bed |
Is it their spirits or their bodies that I tried to hide? |
They come to tell me that they gon be waitin on the other side |
Or is it demons? |
yeah its demons knockin at my soul |
I might be better off if I let em take control |