Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song D3MONS, artist - Machine Gun Kelly. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
D3MONS |
| I swear that I can feel em' fucking with me |
| I swear that I can feel em' fucking with me |
| Every Night I feel em fucking with me |
| I wake up screaming in my sleep every fucking night |
| Open up my eyes to cold sweat, bloody clothes from my nose, erghh |
| Nothing nice, Father I’ve killed a man, but I had to do it |
| Only thing is ‘he' is me, damn, how the fuck you couldn’t get me through this?! |
| 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 |
| muthafucka’s Judas |
| Gun in my pillow cause' all I feel is this paranoia |
| Holes in my wall from all them nights that I was feeling for him |
| The devils here but I’m still awake, then I broke the mirror |
| Why? |
| Cause I seen his face, even my bitch corrupted |
| I fucked her pussy until it’s bloody took it out and then she sucked it told me |
| that she loved it, Bitch |
| Everything is black I think I am deceased, I am a ghost without the bed sheets, |
| X speak… |
| If a beast is what I got to be, then so be it |
| Fuck it, if I got to live it, then ya’ll gon' see it |
| Eat it, Shit it, Live it, it’s in my blood |
| That’s why I get down like ‘What?' |
| from the dirt to the mud |
| You fucked up thinking shit was sweet, but shit in the streets |
| Make you split the heat to the back of his head make you spit teeth only love |
| ones grieve |
| And I don’t wanna have to be the one to tell you shits deep |
| But man, shit’s deep |
| I swear that I can feel em fucking with me |
| Every night I feel em fucking with me |
| Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me |
| Every God damn night I feel ‘em fucking with me |
| Why?! |
| Please God… |
| The streets still the same |
| Ain’t right, if a nigga can’t still feel the pain |
| But still kill the game, still keep real and aim |
| I get down one way we could keep it that one way or take it to gun play |
| Let a nigga know, If we going to walk this dog |
| Or If we ain’t gon talk at all |
| Make a nigga have to, talk with the 4 it’s the only language you know |
| There you go Pop, pop, pop, Now there you go |
| And I hate that I can see snakes clearly |
| They don’t even try to hide, it’s like they try to get near me |
| Most of ya’ll don’t hear me, it’s like I’m talking to myself |
| You niggas is so dumb I feel like I’m talking for my health |
| It’s not like I’m talking for the wealth cause there ain’t no money in the truth |
| Shit! |
| I live this shit for real, Ya’ll make it up in the booth |
| Till a nigga lose his tooth over some shit he didn’t plan on |
| Wasn’t prepare for, really couldn’t stand on |
| Fuck it, Turn the cam on, tie his feet and his hands up and watch him |
| I’ll be 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’re going you’re not gonna need that arm |
| The street’s is talking, Uh oh, there they come, Thirsty for that blood, |
| Red rum, red rum |
| Do you know how it feels to be so mad you would kill? |
| Or to be so trapped when you scream your throat cuts like jagged pills? |
| And whenever you close your eyes everything inside you dies |
| And all the ‘high's, crimes, and lies' come alive muthafucka |
| I swear that I can feel ‘em fucking with me |
| Every night I feel em fucking with me |
| Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me |
| Every God damn night I feel em fucking with me |
| Why?! |
| Please God… |