Indigo Keaux - Killing My Demons Lyrics

I'm out here killing my demons
I am defending myself
Call me Beau, bitch i'm bohemian
I'm taking all different routes
I will not catch myself fiending
He got me in his arena
Dont conversate, do not be keepin
In touch with the chief up in hell

Stop f*cking askin
Tired of harrasing
You gon keep my limbs on strings
Until i learn my lesson
You know how to entice
You are my f*ckin vice
You gon flaunt it til i want it
When i ask, it's mine
I've had dreams of killing you
You're holdin back my ambitions
You said that "beau i've been reeling you"
But from your slit tongue i heard hissing
You said that you got the recipe
But why trust a chef who ain't fat?
You don't get high on your own supply
Cuz you've seen it made from scratch

Why trust a chef who is skinny?
Why trust a plug who ain't hittin' it?
Why trust the serpent-made gin?
When his venom drips off his chin

I cant stop with my drink
Demons like water, they get in, you sink
When i get strong enough i'll pop the strings
But right now my rope burns are blistering
I cannot trust em man they are too devious
How did they know i like bein mischievous?
Open the the door to the demons they don't give a f*ck if you die
If they're in you, they're eating
Hopin that imma mature by the future
Feminine demons whisper til i mute her
Thing about ego, he can't see for real
My shawty cute but he want her cuter
He don't shut the f*ck up
I hit him with the duct tape
All this f*ckin ruckus
And all he does is complain
Even though they enter me well
Everything has energy
And i'm f*cking pent up every cent spent on my mental
Devil wanna tease me
Fall to temptation so easy
On thin ice and i might slip
But f*ck i want that demons lip

I'm out here killing my demons
I am defending myself
Call me Beau, bitch i'm bohemian
I'm taking all different routes
I will not catch myself fiending
He got me in his arena
Dont conversate, do not be keepin
In touch with the chief up in hell

Every addiction is just another demon
Watch growth of wishing to whispering to screaming
It's hard enough already
To keep myself steady
Art'll make me happy
Until i'm f*cking empty
Killing demons helps me grow
Because corpses decompose
And my body count has rose
In my vibration it shows
Demons get me viscious when i ain't thinkin bout their kisses
Married to the music but that Saty is my mistress
Opportunities i'll miss it if i'm f*ckin with the mischief
I hate to admit it demons are the best kissers
My demons leave me speechless
I leave my demons breathless
They like f*cking with weaklings
I grew, they learned their lesson