When the walls are caving in
And the tears keep falling
When your heart is racing
Chase those demons down
Back of the line, so don't touch me
I ain't a line, so don't bump me
Haters online, they're gonna judge
Pay 'em no mind. I don't budge
Hands go up and their butts go down
Feeling the rush
I could conceal it or peel it and bust
These demons are feening for me to give up
Told 'em I'm straight
No lean in my cup
Okay
Rhymes unlimited, bitch it's all day
Wigga pull the trigger like kids at arcades
Deliver 'bout as quick as a pitcher with all K's
F*ck it all
Known two-seam like I ain't gotta knuckleball
They talking that shit, but I'm shrugging it off
This shit is art, not the luck of the draw
Don't hop in the car
Drinking ain't fun any more
Funny, the pour left me bummy and poor
I just felt numb and impure
Unimportant and f*cking ignored
Message in a bottle told me something
I'm bored
Never hit the bottom if you're always unsure
Mind is at war
Guess I'm on tour
Looking up the cheat code
No more locked doors
Never been a quitter but liquor got
Me looking at my liver like, "What now?"
What's the point of putting together sentences
When the emphasis is on the beat
And all the lyrics are dumbed down
Nothing. It's rubbish
You motherf*ckers can't touch it
I'm huffin and puffin
I love loud
Uppercut'em through the roof
Head is sharper than Kung Lao
Booze tried to battle and got bodied in one round
MR Read - Demons Lyrics
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When the walls are caving in
And the tears keep falling
When your heart is racing
Chase those demons down
Back of the line, so don't touch me
I ain't a line, so don't bump me
Haters online, they're gonna judge
Pay 'em no mind. I don't budge
Hands go up and their butts go down
Feeling the rush
I could conceal it or peel it and bust
These demons are feening for me to give up
Told 'em I'm straight
No lean in my cup
Okay
Rhymes unlimited, bitch it's all day
Wigga pull the trigger like kids at arcades
Deliver 'bout as quick as a pitcher with all K's
F*ck it all
Known two-seam like I ain't gotta knuckleball
They talking that shit, but I'm shrugging it off
This shit is art, not the luck of the draw
Don't hop in the car
Drinking ain't fun any more
Funny, the pour left me bummy and poor
I just felt numb and impure
Unimportant and f*cking ignored
Message in a bottle told me something
I'm bored
Never hit the bottom if you're always unsure
Mind is at war
Guess I'm on tour
Looking up the cheat code
No more locked doors
Never been a quitter but liquor got
Me looking at my liver like, "What now?"
What's the point of putting together sentences
When the emphasis is on the beat
And all the lyrics are dumbed down
Nothing. It's rubbish
You motherf*ckers can't touch it
I'm huffin and puffin
I love loud
Uppercut'em through the roof
Head is sharper than Kung Lao
Booze tried to battle and got bodied in one round
And the tears keep falling
When your heart is racing
Chase those demons down
Back of the line, so don't touch me
I ain't a line, so don't bump me
Haters online, they're gonna judge
Pay 'em no mind. I don't budge
Hands go up and their butts go down
Feeling the rush
I could conceal it or peel it and bust
These demons are feening for me to give up
Told 'em I'm straight
No lean in my cup
Okay
Rhymes unlimited, bitch it's all day
Wigga pull the trigger like kids at arcades
Deliver 'bout as quick as a pitcher with all K's
F*ck it all
Known two-seam like I ain't gotta knuckleball
They talking that shit, but I'm shrugging it off
This shit is art, not the luck of the draw
Don't hop in the car
Drinking ain't fun any more
Funny, the pour left me bummy and poor
I just felt numb and impure
Unimportant and f*cking ignored
Message in a bottle told me something
I'm bored
Never hit the bottom if you're always unsure
Mind is at war
Guess I'm on tour
Looking up the cheat code
No more locked doors
Never been a quitter but liquor got
Me looking at my liver like, "What now?"
What's the point of putting together sentences
When the emphasis is on the beat
And all the lyrics are dumbed down
Nothing. It's rubbish
You motherf*ckers can't touch it
I'm huffin and puffin
I love loud
Uppercut'em through the roof
Head is sharper than Kung Lao
Booze tried to battle and got bodied in one round
Writer: Matthew Read
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