Demon Time
When life outta hand
Dig your feet deep in the sand
U know that I do what I can
Trying my best to withstand
All the demands
That's why I'm smoking this strand
I think that they don't understand
That I am the man with the plan
They don't understand
That I am the man with the plan
I think imma need a new fan
Cuz she got me hot as a pan
It is what it is
It's done she did what she did
The time that I spent in my mind
I feel like I'm doing a bid
I'm really too faded uh
I feel like I'm getting too bent
Cloudy my vision but I am content
Rolling Biscotti for deeper descent
All of the money on bud and eddys and liquor
I never regretted a cent
Fighting these battles in silence and losing
So here come the feelings I try to prevent
The more that I'm thinking about it
I can't get around it I feel like I want some revenge
Know that my pride is a double edged sword
But if I feel dishonored then I will avenge
I always hear niggas saying that it isnt healthy
To go and just hold up a grudge
But it's not the action but more bout the principle
To keep it simple I just cannot budge
Show her uh
Show her uh
Listen im the devil on yo shoulder uh
Ya shoulder uh
Told her not to do it but she did it and you told her uh
I can feel the darkness in ya soul I know it's holding up
Got some followers she think she wavy huh like gravy huh
Holla at her friend her name Octavia she wavy yuh
Know it drive her crazy uh
They saying yo Swizzle
We missing the way that you used to do all of those songs with no hook
But listen here look
Im only gon do it if y'all pay attention like an auto book
Cooking up shit for the planet
But I didn't plan it I grinded cuz that's what it took
Leaving my flames in the granite
My anger I managed to keep it at bay like a cook
Everything I do is wavy don't need 'em save me
I feel like I'm driving boat
And I'm with her friend and we falling over
We drop in the water I sink in her throat
Thinking she love me she calling me president
So I could always rely on her vote
Louie, Givenchy I couldn't decide
So imma just get her this Burberry coat
If you know me you know I was never the one
To go toot on my horn or go gloat
But what can you do when all the people outside in ya face
And they call you the goat
Dig your feet deep in the sand
U know that I do what I can
Trying my best to withstand
All the demands
That's why I'm smoking this strand
I think that they don't understand
That I am the man with the plan
They don't understand
That I am the man with the plan
I think imma need a new fan
Cuz she got me hot as a pan
It is what it is
It's done she did what she did
The time that I spent in my mind
I feel like I'm doing a bid
I'm really too faded uh
I feel like I'm getting too bent
Cloudy my vision but I am content
Rolling Biscotti for deeper descent
All of the money on bud and eddys and liquor
I never regretted a cent
Fighting these battles in silence and losing
So here come the feelings I try to prevent
The more that I'm thinking about it
I can't get around it I feel like I want some revenge
Know that my pride is a double edged sword
But if I feel dishonored then I will avenge
I always hear niggas saying that it isnt healthy
To go and just hold up a grudge
But it's not the action but more bout the principle
To keep it simple I just cannot budge
Show her uh
Show her uh
Listen im the devil on yo shoulder uh
Ya shoulder uh
Told her not to do it but she did it and you told her uh
I can feel the darkness in ya soul I know it's holding up
Got some followers she think she wavy huh like gravy huh
Holla at her friend her name Octavia she wavy yuh
Know it drive her crazy uh
They saying yo Swizzle
We missing the way that you used to do all of those songs with no hook
But listen here look
Im only gon do it if y'all pay attention like an auto book
Cooking up shit for the planet
But I didn't plan it I grinded cuz that's what it took
Leaving my flames in the granite
My anger I managed to keep it at bay like a cook
Everything I do is wavy don't need 'em save me
I feel like I'm driving boat
And I'm with her friend and we falling over
We drop in the water I sink in her throat
Thinking she love me she calling me president
So I could always rely on her vote
Louie, Givenchy I couldn't decide
So imma just get her this Burberry coat
If you know me you know I was never the one
To go toot on my horn or go gloat
But what can you do when all the people outside in ya face
And they call you the goat
Credits
Writer(s): Bejonne Scudder
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