I Could Summon Demons Nicer Than U (feat. Lazyboy P)
I know, cut the opps down like before
With the cloak on, black clothes on, i need more
I promise that
I dont think this place was ever home
I got two wings, one is blackened, one is chrome
Drawing markings on the ground i remember it well
I know God when i look at myself
And everythings feelin so tender
If i wanted actual pain i would surrender
To all of it
Black amethyst
Just cast another shadow during midnight trips
Now its time to dip
Aint goin down like this
Im just another fiend doin wicked shit
Seein locust
Actin so sus
One day ima ride in a tour bus
Eyes digress
I want more checks
Actin up got my hands on your chest
Ima goat
Sacrifical goat
Just a mortal body when i sacrifice my soul
Ten toes
I got fake gold
Rippin out my teeth, dont identify my bones
Keep a switchblade tucked riding waistband
Dagger point if you trying catch a fade man
Take your life sacrifice you make me famous
Twenty-seven club living dangerous
In the lab mixing chem like an alchemist
Off the drip in the lab we making hits
Taking tabs im fried yeah I'm taking trips
Driving high 125 i might just crash the whip
I've been fighting with my demons
And it's bad for my health
Imma die trying but I won't burn in hell
Imma a lostboy bitch I'm bad for myself
Bitch I'm bad for myself
Told you I'd be fine
So bitch don't be impelled
I've gotten this far
Why would I ask you for help
10 Doses and they all for myself
Whole strip down all for the thrill
With the cloak on, black clothes on, i need more
I promise that
I dont think this place was ever home
I got two wings, one is blackened, one is chrome
Drawing markings on the ground i remember it well
I know God when i look at myself
And everythings feelin so tender
If i wanted actual pain i would surrender
To all of it
Black amethyst
Just cast another shadow during midnight trips
Now its time to dip
Aint goin down like this
Im just another fiend doin wicked shit
Seein locust
Actin so sus
One day ima ride in a tour bus
Eyes digress
I want more checks
Actin up got my hands on your chest
Ima goat
Sacrifical goat
Just a mortal body when i sacrifice my soul
Ten toes
I got fake gold
Rippin out my teeth, dont identify my bones
Keep a switchblade tucked riding waistband
Dagger point if you trying catch a fade man
Take your life sacrifice you make me famous
Twenty-seven club living dangerous
In the lab mixing chem like an alchemist
Off the drip in the lab we making hits
Taking tabs im fried yeah I'm taking trips
Driving high 125 i might just crash the whip
I've been fighting with my demons
And it's bad for my health
Imma die trying but I won't burn in hell
Imma a lostboy bitch I'm bad for myself
Bitch I'm bad for myself
Told you I'd be fine
So bitch don't be impelled
I've gotten this far
Why would I ask you for help
10 Doses and they all for myself
Whole strip down all for the thrill
Credits
Writer(s): Fiend Boy
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