Yeah
Yeah yeah-eah
Eh
Yeah
Hmm
Listen to my demons
Think I make em in a scene
Leading to the path of darkness
Just flows right within
My veins from my pain on a stage with no brain
Feeling like a zombie like I cannot sense a thing
Feeling pressured under stress
That shit that make you grip your chest
Tryna find a chest filled with glorified death
Its a race to the top
Race to quick you gone flop
I go so damn fast like I don't intend to stop
Demon demon on my shoulder
Has a good steal off on that nigga talking shit right there
Can feel the hate just breathing right within me I can't Stand it
Can feel the pain it's in my veins I feel so damn stranded
And left alone but I'm standing right in front of my whole Family
These night have been so cold (woah)
Think I need my first show (woah)
Think I need my first show (woah)
Listen to my demons
Think I make em in a scene
Leading to the path of darkness
Just flows right within
My veins from my pain on a stage with no brain
Feeling like a zombie like I cannot sense a thing
Feeling pressured under stress
That shit that make you grip your chest
Tryna find a chest filled with glorified death
Its a race to the top
Race to quick you gone flop
I go so damn fast like I don't intend to stop
Cannot sense a thing
Don't intend to stop
Think I need my first show (woah)
Think I need my first show
Don't intend to stop
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Yeah
Yeah yeah-eah
Eh
Yeah
Hmm
Listen to my demons
Think I make em in a scene
Leading to the path of darkness
Just flows right within
My veins from my pain on a stage with no brain
Feeling like a zombie like I cannot sense a thing
Feeling pressured under stress
That shit that make you grip your chest
Tryna find a chest filled with glorified death
Its a race to the top
Race to quick you gone flop
I go so damn fast like I don't intend to stop
Demon demon on my shoulder
Has a good steal off on that nigga talking shit right there
Can feel the hate just breathing right within me I can't Stand it
Can feel the pain it's in my veins I feel so damn stranded
And left alone but I'm standing right in front of my whole Family
These night have been so cold (woah)
Think I need my first show (woah)
Think I need my first show (woah)
Listen to my demons
Think I make em in a scene
Leading to the path of darkness
Just flows right within
My veins from my pain on a stage with no brain
Feeling like a zombie like I cannot sense a thing
Feeling pressured under stress
That shit that make you grip your chest
Tryna find a chest filled with glorified death
Its a race to the top
Race to quick you gone flop
I go so damn fast like I don't intend to stop
Cannot sense a thing
Don't intend to stop
Think I need my first show (woah)
Think I need my first show
Don't intend to stop
Yeah yeah-eah
Eh
Yeah
Hmm
Listen to my demons
Think I make em in a scene
Leading to the path of darkness
Just flows right within
My veins from my pain on a stage with no brain
Feeling like a zombie like I cannot sense a thing
Feeling pressured under stress
That shit that make you grip your chest
Tryna find a chest filled with glorified death
Its a race to the top
Race to quick you gone flop
I go so damn fast like I don't intend to stop
Demon demon on my shoulder
Has a good steal off on that nigga talking shit right there
Can feel the hate just breathing right within me I can't Stand it
Can feel the pain it's in my veins I feel so damn stranded
And left alone but I'm standing right in front of my whole Family
These night have been so cold (woah)
Think I need my first show (woah)
Think I need my first show (woah)
Listen to my demons
Think I make em in a scene
Leading to the path of darkness
Just flows right within
My veins from my pain on a stage with no brain
Feeling like a zombie like I cannot sense a thing
Feeling pressured under stress
That shit that make you grip your chest
Tryna find a chest filled with glorified death
Its a race to the top
Race to quick you gone flop
I go so damn fast like I don't intend to stop
Cannot sense a thing
Don't intend to stop
Think I need my first show (woah)
Think I need my first show
Don't intend to stop
Writer: Reece Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid