Demons In The Dark

I got demons in the dark
And they're comin' to the light
I got screamin' in my head that doesn't stop
I can't get through the night no more 'cause

We make it hot, we gon' turn up the temperature
Got a lil' bitch, and she forgin' the signature
Had to sit down, and I read me some literature
He tryna cross me, you know I'ma finish him
I grab that chopper and shoot it efficiently
Niggas ain't eatin', they got a deficiency
Preachin' on songs, I'ma need me a ministry
I'm out in London enjoyin' the scenery

Scammin' the bank, I engage in embezzlement
How you gon' swipe when the man say she negligent?
Blew a whole 30, I'm flashy, not frivolous
Geekin' on shrooms, but I can still get ignorant
Bitch on top of me lookin' like Lola
She kinda crazy, I think she bipolar
Hundred shots in the car left the shit totaled
A million in ice when you add up the total

50 in a hundred round drum
Custom-made military guns
Shawty tryna come and have fun
Hit ATMs and extract funds
Real snipers, we gon' get it done
Traffic marijuana by the ton
Remember we was scrapin' up crumbs
Brought the whole team from the slums

Lamb' truck, Rolls truck, black on black
They all got shooters in them
Glock 9s, Glock 19s, guess what?
They all got hollows in them

I got demons in the dark
And they're comin' to the light
I got screamin' in my head that doesn't stop
I can't get through the night no more 'cause

Yeah, born in the 90s, I'm ballin' like Mike
These shrimp-ass niggas ain't fuckin' with I (Glizzock)
Left wrist hittin' and it's hittin' like Ike
I'm straight off the block and got rich off the mic
Shoutout to Kush 'cause he got rich off the white
All these sticks like I'm finna go hikin'
Bad bitch tryin' to give me face, Skype
Got a heater on my waist and my wrist is ice

Yeah, I got it out the mud (let's go)
Got a double cup full of mud (yeah)
Somehow I fell in love with drugs (drugs)
My chains just got out the tub (yeah)
Can't be no ho and hold a grudge (no)
Pinky ring lookin' like a light bulb
Ay, fuck these niggas, Uncle Ruckus
Ain't showin' these niggas no love

Ain't showin' these niggas no mercy (mercy)
Ain't buyin' these bitches no purses (No purses)
Don't ask what I'm doin', I'm workin' (work)
When I die, they gon' hang up my jersey (yeah)
Goddamn, baby, who is your surgeon? (Huh?)
She gon' go back after I murk it (let's go)
Got killers and bad bitches, lurkin'
That broke shit, I am allergic to it (yeah, yeah)

I got demons in the dark, yeah
And they're comin' to the light
I got screamin' in my head that doesn't stop
I can't get through the night no more 'cause



Credits
Writer(s): Tysen Jay Bolding, Liam Mcalister, Markeyvius Cathey, Kavi Lybarger, Indyah Mcalister, Roman Mironchenko, Ramon Ibanga Jr
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