Demons - Xpithxt

I feel like I'm way too cocky Motherfucker try to stop me Xpithxt you fucking got me You switched up and now you lost me Know I'm bout to set the tone 808 no megaphone .45 I grip the chrome Fooled you twice then too ya dome Smith n Wesson cortisol I leave them fuckers stressin (Yeah) Muy alto extendo tall I leave them with a blessing (Yeah) Shot the leg they try to crawl so I teach them a lesson (Yeah) I stomp them then I drop the molotov give them an essence (Yeah) Drifting the west to hide a body in the east And all that truth was keep it strapped We bout to smoke your ass to sleep And this ain't fighting overseas but now I gotta burn your fleet I got that blood up on my cleats and I cannot accept retreat (Fuck it) I feel like I'm way too cocky Motherfucker try to stop me Xpithxt you fucking got me You switched up and now you lost me Know I'm bout to set the tone 808 no megaphone .45 I grip the chrome Fooled you twice then too ya dome

(All that shit man) (I hate how statistics impact my emotions now) (I fucking hate it) (What is this even?) (I don't fucking know) I'm just aimless Always painless bitch I really do not care The fucking monster in your closet motherfucker why you scared? Topping charts again Living like I mean it (Heh) Track that then I start again Ive been overseas bitch All the pressure it can't get to me Pussies used to laugh at me Nowadays you ask me for some shit and its so sad to see I do shit its ride or die Few real friends they living nice All the stuff I sacrificed To do this shit and change my life (Yeah) I can't understand it (Yeah) Now my flight just landed (Yeah) Now the fans from all the places I don't speak their language (Yuh) What you know about it (Heh) Fuck all those who doubted (Yeah) Ima make it on my own I hope my fathers proud I'm killing a track every session (Yeah) Im sick of talking bout weapons (Yeah) Nights feeling colder as im getting older Remember back calling prevention (Yeah) 988 I was fucking scared Voices screaming in my ears God complex is justified cause none you fuckers can compare

Sad souls Streetlights Something inside never felt right Lost cause Dont cry You were never perfect you were my type You were my type You were my type You were my type You were my type We'll all die We'll all die We'll all die We'll all die