D3MONS

English translation

I swear that I can feel them fucking with me.

Swear that I can feel them fucking with me.

Every night I feel them fucking with me.

I wake up screaming in my sleep every fucking night.

Open up my eyes to cold sweat, bloody clothes from my nose, nothing nice.

Father, I've killed a man, but I had to do it. Only thing is he is me.

How the fuck you couldn't get me through this? My skin is bluish. Voices in my head saying, "Don't be stupid.

All you have is in that bag. You better use it. "

Cut it, snuff it, puff it, shoot it. Only one I trust now is myself.

These motherfuckers Judas. Gun in my pillow 'cause all I feel is this paranoia.

Holes in my wall from all them nights that I was feeling for 'em.

The devil's here, but I'm still awake. Then I broke the mirror 'cause I seen his face.

Even my bitch corrupted. I fucked her pussy 'til it's bloody.

Took it out and then she sucked it. Told me that she loved it. Everything is black.

I think I am deceased. I am a ghost without the bed sheets.

-X speak.

-If a beast is what I gotta be, so be it. Fuck it. If I gotta live it, then y'all gonna see it.

Eat it, shit it, live it. It's in my blood. That's why I get down like bud.

From the dirt to the mud. You fucked up, think your shit was sweet.

But shit in the street make you spit the heat to the back of his head, make him spit teeth.

Leave his loved ones with grief. Now I wouldn't have to be the one to have you shit deeper.

Man, shit deep. I swear that I can feel them fucking with me.

Why? Every night I feel them fucking with me.

Why?

Please, God, tell these demons stop fucking with me.

-Why?

-Every goddamn night I feel them fucking with me.

-Why? -Please, God.

The streets are still the same.

Ain't right if a nigga can't still feel the pain, but still kill the game. Still keep real the name. I get down one way.

We can keep it that one way or take it to gunplay.

Let a nigga know if we gonna walk this dog. If we ain't gonna talk at all. Make a nigga have to talk with the fog.

If that's the only language you know. There you go. Pop, pop, pop. Now there you go.

And I hate that I can see snakes clearly. They don't even try to hide.

It's like they be trying to get near me. Most of y'all don't hear me.

It's like I'm talking to myself. A nigga so dumb, got me feeling like I'm talking for my health.

Ain't like I'm talking for the wealth. There's ain't no money in the truth.

Shit, all of this shit for real, y'all. Make it up in the booth.

Till a nigga lose his tooth over some shit he didn't plan on. Wasn't prepared for.

Really couldn't stand -on. -Fuck it. Turn the cam on.

Tie his feet and his hands up and watch him. I'll be back up with that heat to get his tan on.

Now that's for fucking with me, and that's for my dawg.

This because where you going, you not gonna need that arm. The streets is talking.

-There they come. Thirsty for that blood. -Redrum, redrum.

Do you know how it feels to be so mad you would kill?

Or to be so trapped when you scream, your throat cuts like jagged pills?

And whenever you close your eyes, everything inside you dies, and all the highs, crimes, and lies come alive.

I swear that I can feel them fucking with me.

Why? Every night I feel them fucking with me.

Why?

Please, God, tell these demons stop fucking with me.

Why?

Every goddamn night I feel them fucking with me.

-Why? -Please, God.