Demons

I am fighting all these demons every day
I keep running but I cannot get away
Girl you hate me please just say it to my face
All this money bitch I am taking to the grave
Do not ask me how I have been
Do not look at me with that grin
Why was our love so thin
I am going to sit back sip this gin

Gin and juice I need it girl
Why are you so evil girl
Why you of all people
My heart broke into pieces girl
Six gram blunt and I'm about to light it up
I count all your lies but they never added up
I don't give a damn though I do not give a fuck
I don't give a damn though I do not give a fuck
Put him in the dirt like I am pouring up a Fanta
V lone for the shirt, got designer like it is panda
Pull up to his crib and I dress up like I am Santa
Got a new bitch and I think her name Amanda
Cannot get you off of my mind though
I am trying all the time though
The time is moving too slow
I am staring out my window

I am fighting all these demons every day
I keep running but I cannot get away
Girl you hate me please just say it to my face
All this money bitch I am taking to the grave
Do not ask me how I have been
Do not look at me with that grin
Why was our love so thin
I am going to sit back sip this gin

Brand new coupe drop the roof it come off
Brand new bitch and a couple hundred thots
When I am big I will take the jet but I also want the yacht
Pussy talking down and I will clean him with the mop
Brand new clothes I got Gucci and Dior
Brand new check but you know I still want more
Hit him in the head then I leave him on the floor
Never wanted friends I just wanna be adored
That boy just a clown I am not playing any tricks
That boy just a clown so I just took his bitch
He be talking down until I pull up with the stick
Aiming at the head so you know it hit his lip
Pull up to the scene I see his girl she wanna vent
Why he flex his savings when he has not paid his rent
Say he getting money but he does not get a cent
Chrome hearts for the fit, I got Gucci for the scent

I am fighting all these demons every day
I keep running but I cannot get away
Girl you hate me please just say it to my face
All this money bitch I am taking to the grave
Do not ask me how I have been
Do not look at me with that grin
Why was our love so thin
I am going to sit back sip this gin



Credits
Writer(s): James Vitug
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