Demons Lyrics - E-dubble

Ah, ah, ah 

I'm letting out my inner demons 

I'm going off of the deep end 

Straight shots, let them seep in 

Girl calling me and she screaming 

Click, nah, no time for that 

Loose spinning like clothes 

In a laundry mat 

I'm feelin' like I've never seen 

Things so clear 

If I'm losing my mind 

I don't want it back 

(Demons, come on) 

(You got a vision) 

(You're on a mission) 

(Demons, live on) 

Yeah 

(And when I die) 

(They may hang me) 

When I die, hang me high 

New definition of the meaning fly 

High on life, in the fast lane 

Feeling like I'm 'bout to catch a DUI 

I'm gonna make some bad decisions 

Regret them repeat them 

Talk shit about me in your sentences 

I'll make you eat them, yeah 

Clean the plate 

Then I wanna know 

Tell me how that taste 

Revenge is best served cold 

Or at least so they say 

Let's toast to life 

Cheers, have a sip 

You can catch me one year from now 

On a yacht playing battle ship 

(Demons, come on) 

(Demons, live on) 

(And when I die) 

(They may hang me) 

E-DUBBLE: 

Yo, I guess it's summer time 

Fresh Prince 

Boppers pops to that guest list 

They want the vood 

But they got to move 

Cause this basement 

Only holds two chicks 

No chains, old chucks 

They eatin' out, food trucks 

Foody's moods are like tootie-fruity 

They little rich if that food sucks 

So these demons 

Leaning off Sunny D 

Clumsy dancing like Sunny's D 

Hammer pants and florecent jams 

Those ladies like to live 

Tongue in cheek 

They moombahton 

And they Louis Vuitton 

Then spill a drink 

On their Louboutin 

Shit was fake 

At least I hope for your sake 

Kicking shit, soccor mom 

These sake bombs can make 

(Demons talk) 

Vodka bombs are like 

(Beautiful) 

Columbo mumbles, no apprehension 

That's sax against it 

Judge Edo's fault 

Or maybe just E-dub's fault 

O.J. don't need no hope 

My fiction's down 

To my nine to pool is like 

That he walks off 

Yeah, I keep a wookie 

As a bodyguard 

Yeah, my fucking wookie's 

Gonna body ya'll 

Yeah, you think I'm trippin' 

Baby, not at all 

Too tone, too sexy 

Black pays my 

Hey man 

The haters, I don't mind you 

I drop you like I signed you 

I'm gonna be here 

Longer than your last name 

And you rappers are too sweet 

Aspartame 

Catch you off guard 

Like a hiccup 

Steal a show like 

This is a stick up 

Making you feelin' like 

You got a curse in your ass 

Right at the thirteen Jason mask