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