Demons

Cry for me
Cry for me
Cry
Cry for me
Cry for me
Cry cry (Cry)
Cry for me
(Cry)
Cry
Cry (Cry)

Baby I'm a living buddha
Ego making waves go thru my spine
Kama sutra between me and u
And when I spark her mind
She unravels
I'm not one to hold a gavel or make a way for loose babble
Let's not keep the chatter to a minimum
I expand on all my sentences
(All of em)
That way, we say all
Awe damn
Have I struck a nerve
Niggas walk out the room like this shit for the birds
And it might be, freed my soul from something you might see
Once in a lifetime that is a construction of yo mind
Self-destruction my skillset
Knocking down walls I ain't even built yet
Hope you understand that this is sumn I stand for
Plant more roots and less loose fruits on the poplar tree
They gon pick us off
Cus they trust the process
I don't... (I do not)
Demons in my past they wanna move front stage center
Alotta loose lips, düsse, and women
Broken hearts, and bottles and vulva
I'm just tryna do what I'm posed to

(I'm just tryna do what I'm posed to)

Made it happen
Deep thoughts out in traffic
Turned my sadness to some fucking magic
Then turned it to some classics
Sweet like pumps of classic
Tryna get into it just like ugly maggots
Leo my zodiac
Yea that's my sign
Ten percent to god
That's how I pay my ties
Skinny dipping with some pretty women is good times
While I see they tat tats swinging clockwise
Remember watching good times on tv one
I knew I was in the struggle
When there was resemblance (ra-zem-blunts)
I smoke jays
Fucking foreign bitches
Olay
This ain't sex talk
So I'm not for play
But I got the sweet talk like sorbet
Beat the kitty up
Hope it ain't sore bae
But demons say I'm late
Cause my angels got me early



Credits
Writer(s): Ayomide Brown
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