SIN TO MY DEMONS ft. Cigarette Breath & Noaah Lyrics

From The studio that made Gone With The Wind

Bring it down down from the clock

You need a victim in a clutch

Put it on your temple, need a ambulance

Said fuck you, bro

Bring it down down from the clock

You need a victim in a clutch

Put it on your temple, need a ambulance

Said fuck you, bro

I got nothing for you, bitch, chop your fucking head off

Leave you strung up on the hook and now they treat me like Geppetto

Straight up out the ghetto, grew up out the hood

I done seen some fuckers die, I be staying in the woods

Get 'em with the curb stomp, bust they dome

Stir the vault

Blood moon never fucking stop

We been on the fucking top

Fucking rot, I'ma never flop

Till I'm dead

All my shit pure hit my doctor for the meds

Know they tapped the lines, I be ducking all the feds

All I see is red, plans are fucking said

Take them like I'm Bruce, out the dark I fucking spread

Screaming for my life, but a tear was never shed

Bring it down down from the clock

You need a victim in a clutch

Put it on your temple, need a ambulance

Said fuck you, bro

Bring it down down from the clock

You need a victim in a clutch

Put it on your temple, need a ambulance

Said fuck you, bro

I'm about to be so fucking high after I finish the blunt

That I rolled up before I start to record and dip it in the potion

Muddy blunts got me feeling like I'm half cup

But I'm still wet

Ciggy with the izzy,

I'm from all the concussion

Before my brain was even fully developed

I'm trying to fix myself

That's why I'm stuffing all these hoes in blunts

Bitch its Geoffrey Jeffries, now I'm calling them all cunts

So I fuck these ugly ducks with the big old butts that drain my fucking nuts

Feeling bad as shit but you know about half a bitch

Suddenly feel like a dick cause I'm like this fuck

Giving these tracks back to the synth

Dripping blood cause I'm blood

Topping off with Noaah

Drop me off with a cut, after a cup of blood

Spilling they guts

Bring it down down from the clock

You need a victim in a clutch

Put it on your temple, need a ambulance

Said fuck you, bro

Bring it down down from the clock

You need a victim in a clutch

Put it on your temple, need a ambulance

Said fuck you, bro

Look up at the stars, aye

I'm feeling far away

Time will heal my scars, wait

Remember harder days

I've been in a dark place

Am I okay

It's hard to say

I'm so sick of feeling pain

I just threw my heart away

Fucked up forever

Too high to know better

My eyes growing redder

My life is worth lesser than shit

Why I keep my hand on my clip

Load it up

Let it rip

Put his body in my spliff

Real shit

Never missing my shot

I ain't chasing happiness

I'm happy when I rot

Cause I know that after this, there's badness in my plot

I'ma cause a massacre

Keep passing all these cops

Passing out the rocks

Boy, I told them that we tweaking

If we pull up, make it even

I be sinning for my demons

I be living for no reason

Catch a plane, I'm fucking leaving

Catch the pain, I'm fucking bleeding

In the rain in every season

Hoe