SIN TO MY DEMONS (feat. Cigarette Breath & Noaah)
From The studio that made Gone With The Wind
Bring it down down from the clock
You need a victim in a clutch
Put it on your temple, need a ambulance
Said fuck you, bro
Bring it down down from the clock
You need a victim in a clutch
Put it on your temple, need a ambulance
Said fuck you, bro
I got nothing for you, bitch, chop your fucking head off
Leave you strung up on the hook and now they treat me like Geppetto
Straight up out the ghetto, grew up out the hood
I done seen some fuckers die, I be staying in the woods
Get 'em with the curb stomp, bust they dome
Stir the vault
Blood moon never fucking stop
We been on the fucking top
Fucking rot, I'ma never flop
Till I'm dead
All my shit pure hit my doctor for the meds
Know they tapped the lines, I be ducking all the feds
All I see is red, plans are fucking said
Take them like I'm Bruce, out the dark I fucking spread
Screaming for my life, but a tear was never shed
Bring it down down from the clock
You need a victim in a clutch
Put it on your temple, need a ambulance
Said fuck you, bro
Bring it down down from the clock
You need a victim in a clutch
Put it on your temple, need a ambulance
Said fuck you, bro
I'm about to be so fucking high after I finish the blunt
That I rolled up before I start to record and dip it in the potion
Muddy blunts got me feeling like I'm half cup
But I'm still wet
Ciggy with the izzy,
I'm from all the concussion
Before my brain was even fully developed
I'm trying to fix myself
That's why I'm stuffing all these hoes in blunts
Bitch its Geoffrey Jeffries, now I'm calling them all cunts
So I fuck these ugly ducks with the big old butts that drain my fucking nuts
Feeling bad as shit but you know about half a bitch
Suddenly feel like a dick cause I'm like this fuck
Giving these tracks back to the synth
Dripping blood cause I'm blood
Topping off with Noaah
Drop me off with a cut, after a cup of blood
Spilling they guts
Bring it down down from the clock
You need a victim in a clutch
Put it on your temple, need a ambulance
Said fuck you, bro
Bring it down down from the clock
You need a victim in a clutch
Put it on your temple, need a ambulance
Said fuck you, bro
Look up at the stars, aye
I'm feeling far away
Time will heal my scars, wait
Remember harder days
I've been in a dark place
Am I okay
It's hard to say
I'm so sick of feeling pain
I just threw my heart away
Fucked up forever
Too high to know better
My eyes growing redder
My life is worth lesser than shit
Why I keep my hand on my clip
Load it up
Let it rip
Put his body in my spliff
Real shit
Never missing my shot
I ain't chasing happiness
I'm happy when I rot
Cause I know that after this, there's badness in my plot
I'ma cause a massacre
Keep passing all these cops
Passing out the rocks
Boy, I told them that we tweaking
If we pull up, make it even
I be sinning for my demons
I be living for no reason
Catch a plane, I'm fucking leaving
Catch the pain, I'm fucking bleeding
In the rain in every season
Hoe
Bring it down down from the clock
You need a victim in a clutch
Put it on your temple, need a ambulance
Said fuck you, bro
Bring it down down from the clock
You need a victim in a clutch
Put it on your temple, need a ambulance
Said fuck you, bro
I got nothing for you, bitch, chop your fucking head off
Leave you strung up on the hook and now they treat me like Geppetto
Straight up out the ghetto, grew up out the hood
I done seen some fuckers die, I be staying in the woods
Get 'em with the curb stomp, bust they dome
Stir the vault
Blood moon never fucking stop
We been on the fucking top
Fucking rot, I'ma never flop
Till I'm dead
All my shit pure hit my doctor for the meds
Know they tapped the lines, I be ducking all the feds
All I see is red, plans are fucking said
Take them like I'm Bruce, out the dark I fucking spread
Screaming for my life, but a tear was never shed
Bring it down down from the clock
You need a victim in a clutch
Put it on your temple, need a ambulance
Said fuck you, bro
Bring it down down from the clock
You need a victim in a clutch
Put it on your temple, need a ambulance
Said fuck you, bro
I'm about to be so fucking high after I finish the blunt
That I rolled up before I start to record and dip it in the potion
Muddy blunts got me feeling like I'm half cup
But I'm still wet
Ciggy with the izzy,
I'm from all the concussion
Before my brain was even fully developed
I'm trying to fix myself
That's why I'm stuffing all these hoes in blunts
Bitch its Geoffrey Jeffries, now I'm calling them all cunts
So I fuck these ugly ducks with the big old butts that drain my fucking nuts
Feeling bad as shit but you know about half a bitch
Suddenly feel like a dick cause I'm like this fuck
Giving these tracks back to the synth
Dripping blood cause I'm blood
Topping off with Noaah
Drop me off with a cut, after a cup of blood
Spilling they guts
Bring it down down from the clock
You need a victim in a clutch
Put it on your temple, need a ambulance
Said fuck you, bro
Bring it down down from the clock
You need a victim in a clutch
Put it on your temple, need a ambulance
Said fuck you, bro
Look up at the stars, aye
I'm feeling far away
Time will heal my scars, wait
Remember harder days
I've been in a dark place
Am I okay
It's hard to say
I'm so sick of feeling pain
I just threw my heart away
Fucked up forever
Too high to know better
My eyes growing redder
My life is worth lesser than shit
Why I keep my hand on my clip
Load it up
Let it rip
Put his body in my spliff
Real shit
Never missing my shot
I ain't chasing happiness
I'm happy when I rot
Cause I know that after this, there's badness in my plot
I'ma cause a massacre
Keep passing all these cops
Passing out the rocks
Boy, I told them that we tweaking
If we pull up, make it even
I be sinning for my demons
I be living for no reason
Catch a plane, I'm fucking leaving
Catch the pain, I'm fucking bleeding
In the rain in every season
Hoe
Credits
Writer(s): Lukas Sisemore
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