| I’m wasted, I’m high | 
| I’m tryin to just get by | 
| I’m tryin to live my life | 
| The Demons, they won’t leave me alone | 
| I’m wasted, I’m high | 
| I’m tryin to just get by | 
| I’m tryin to live my life | 
| The Demons, they won’t leave me alone | 
| You can find demons on me every side | 
| At this point I ain’t goin there to hide | 
| They wanna jump ship, let em take a ride | 
| It’s a known truth not to lose your pride | 
| And if they then be gettin out of hand | 
| Smack em in the head and make em take a stand | 
| You gotta let em kow you run your shit man | 
| These motherf*ckin demons will take you for everything they can | 
| It’s the alcohol that got me most | 
| She got me numbed up everyday we toast | 
| To all the other demons that be on the way | 
| Can we flip a green one, purple cap, ready to play | 
| Now all the suspects here | 
| Runnin strong in the blood, all clear | 
| And if they gonna leave I’m gonna find a twin | 
| So that I can balance my levels and feel normal again | 
| These demons won’t leave me alone | 
| I hear evil voices in the telephone | 
| Late at night when I’m hittin my bong | 
| Writtin a song it just all goes wrong | 
| I hear voices, coming through the walls | 
| Illusions of demons running down my halls | 
| So I, get my Glock, release the safety | 
| Pop in my clip and they start to chase me | 
| I shoot one and they don’t shoot back | 
| Pop two more rounds out my windows that smashed | 
| Broken glass and police cars | 
| So I stash my weed and my funny pill jars | 
| Start explaining, but I’m talkin in circles | 
| They tell me slow down, we’re not gonna hurt you | 
| I know myself, I don’t trust no police | 
| Cause badges, like demons, I be seein in my sleep | 
| I got a pretty long list of demons | 
| That be in and out my life like santa clause on Christman evenin | 
| When I was teethin the boogy man was a factor | 
| In high school it changed to bong hits and droppin acid | 
| Keystone ice and mickey’s grenades | 
| Scorin bags of mid-grade for 10 dollars an eighth | 
| 15 started smokin grit | 
| 16 years later now I’m tryin to quit | 
| Where in my mid 20s I never took a break | 
| I treated every waking moment like it was a holiday | 
| Yeah, I straight raged with the party brigade | 
| Never did meth or H but I dabbled with the yey | 
| Hey yo, just know you’re never alone | 
| Cause everybodys got monsters livin in their dome, peace | 
| Please release and get rid of your bad thoughts | 
| It just might take more than 12 steps, but you gotta walk |