demono
• Written by Anonymous
around here the weather's getting cold
rather wear a sweatshirt
bought it in new york
admiring the skyline where its high
up higher than my mind
please remind me of the stairs i've climbed
mind stuck on rewind
your past haunted mine
burning coal diggin gold
still our thoughts very maline
with words crossed, intertwined
my identity still lost in you
looking for myself i've lost the view
in between the words you spew
blabber means nothing coming from you
the words i speak always tell the truth
words spread vast its what people pray to
the sight of me i make you tremble
still dont know what to do
pure evil you think im the devil
the underworld still above your level
in trouble this moments very special
the crew found innocent, we took the juice and freed it
mr oj, i dont think that line was ok
doesnt matter what you thought
even though my flow kinda flawed
my words still very slow
my lines steadily getting shittier
good to know
on this beat made by the jewsish dude miller
wadia know?
if i made my own music
itd be a stealer
mr take yer girl and then steal her
shit was fucking cheesy as hell
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