Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill Your Demons, artist - PerennialDate of issue: 03.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kill Your Demons |
| Yeah |
| Way up |
| Yo I’ve been twisting up this cess |
| In many instances of stress |
| Like when my chick picked up and left |
| From too much bitches in my texts |
| Yo I’ve been keeping backwoods rolled and vibing |
| More than I’ve been socializing |
| Homie yo your hoes vaginas potent product |
| Turning off her phone alot, she on my top like local cops |
| She knows you and your bros are jokes, she trynna fuck the dopest rhymers |
| Yo i’m a product of those late nights I couldn’t sleep |
| I’m Cyanide, you’re sugar sweet |
| They look at me so crookedly- |
| Cause i turned to what they couldn’t be |
| And I don’t wanna hear about the way that they been feeling bout me |
| Illest in my town and county |
| So is all these kids around me |
| Ive been practicing more patience |
| Ive been saying no to favors |
| I can see it in they face |
| When they get salty switch to hating |
| Ain’t no way in hell these kids are gonna slow me from my paper |
| Yeah, yeah |
| We going up they never called that |
| Got your call, we don’t call back |
| They gossip talking with false facts |
| Give it up boy you’re all wack |
| (Chorus: Perennial) |
| Eloping to a higher plane of devotion |
| This rope around my throat is hoping my neck gets broken |
| Frozen in a moment of lonely words to assemble |
| I awoke to find myself a sage without a temple |
| (Verse 2: ROSINBOO) |
| Look |
| I hope you know that I’m aware, I can no longer care |
| Cold stare with the glare, and she took me out my chair- |
| By surprise she caught my eye |
| Even blew my fuckin high |
| Hip-Hop is my life |
| And I’ll love her 'til I die |
| I’ve been steady gettin high |
| Give a fuck bout lookin fly |
| You can see my 3rd eye |
| I’ve been flying through the sky- |
| Gettin lifted, having visions |
| As I walk in with this pimpin |
| I’m a Shepard you’re a sheep |
| I don’t ever get no sleep |
| Slow creep with the heat |
| Trynna make it off a dream |
| But late night I see the beams |
| I gotta dodge 'em with my team |
| Chasing CREAM, I’m a fiend |
| For the sticky icky green |
| I’m a beast on any beat |
| I’m on shrooms when I think |
| Never blink, I need peace |
| But this war is in the streets |
| And it’s a shame, We got no one else to blame |
| Society got me fucked, I’ve been feeling stuck |
| Like I’m in a rut, now I’m rolling blunts |
| Like it’s back to back, and that’s track to track |
| Inhaling dabs |
| (Chorus: Perennial) |
| Eloping to a higher plane of devotion |
| This rope around my throat is hoping my neck gets broken |
| Frozen in a moment of lonely words to assemble |
| I awoke to find myself a sage without a temple |
| (Verse 3: Perennial) |
| Waking up like what the fuck is going on and am I still dreamin |
| I keep sweepin off these demons but they quietly creepin |
| Leavin love of life and laughing as they scratchin at my back |
| Cackling, bombs blasting plastered me with flak |
| I labored day after day for those saber-toothed haters |
| Catered to traitors, trays of revolvers with one in the chamber |
| And gave up the plaster knife, for sculpting my own life |
| Left a note at the bus stop that stank of hope for less strife |
| Hallowed out temple from hammering in religion |
| Stammering indecision and hammocking intuition |
| Filled with nothing but contempt and venomous suspicion |
| It’s just a pipe dream to think someone would share my position |
| Blood and sweat from love well meant, covered salty wallowin |
| Of hollow kin to follow sorrowful brethren |
| To the land of mystic treasure with, gifts that never end, and then |
| Forever rid of curdled life and the darkness within |
| (Chorus: Perennial) |
| Eloping to a higher plane of devotion |
| This rope around my throat is hoping my neck gets broken |
| Frozen in a moment of lonely words to assemble |
| I awoke to find myself a sage without a temple |