FEEDING DEMONS

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I've been getting sleep I don't need
Wasting time, I've been smoking weed
Sipping rum mixed with lies and greed
My demons know when it's time to feed and
So I feed them,
They say keep your enemies close
So I feed them
I try to kill mine by drowning in poison
So I feed them
Fill my lungs up with smoke til I'm choking
So I feed them
No need to try to fix what ain't broken

Been telling people my whole life I don't write
I just play the chords on the page till they sound right
Just say the words in my head when they don't rhyme
And say them again a bit slower the next time
Cause the next line's a doozy
The first girl you f*ck ain't the one you should choose
And the first drug you try ain't the one worth abusing
The first little hole that you dig
With that first little lie
Ain't a grave you can ever refuse and
Don't go shooting your Uzi and
Don't sell loosies
Give that shit away else you'll taste a racist 12 feet and
Don't pick no fights that you know you can't lose, ay
Gotta grow somehow
Gotta know the pain and hope somehow
The feeling of starting something on your own
But not alone now, own your doubts
Figure all your shit out cause
You can't trust the feelings inside of you now
But the money is real
The drugs and the fame and the game is real
You only get to keep what you can steal
It's all for the taking, cop you a feel
Gotta create your own ideal
Life will go by, got a gleam in your eye
Bet you're wondering why I'm not up in the sky
Cause the devil keeps handing me dice
And I'm rolling them right
And I'm bleeding him dry

I've been getting sleep I don't need
Wasting time, I've been smoking weed
Sipping rum mixed with lies and greed
My demons know when it's time to feed and
So I feed them,
They say keep your enemies close
So I feed them
I try to kill mine by drowning in poison
So I feed them
Fill my lungs up with smoke til I'm choking
So I feed them
No need to try to fix what ain't broken

I'd rather go to hell in a handbasket
Than head to my damn casket a celibate sad man
With his heavenly hands clasped in irrelevant drab patterns
I'd rather relapse back, you see mortal vices
I instead see a grand map of the pleasures I can have
If I set up a damn plan, stuff regret in a Glad bag

Dear Mom, you might not have been a criminal's mother
But isn't it hypocritical just ta take mental scissors to what's the
Realistic vision and smother
Each fricking ember to scrub the
Mirror image of whatcha
Could've been in a different sense of The Ten Moses scribbled
Maybe he missed a few of them or omitted a couple
A critical blunder
I know it's painful to say but Damien's quick to recover
You talking revelations? Ima be the genesis of a unholy day
And oh the pain I would inflict on you fuckers,
More than Jason in a typical summer
I'm sick as the President laughing as he addresses the Cabinet
With the head of an Afghan in his left and his right hand
Oh, the decadence had at the expense of the last laugh,
Not regretting a damn act
When your skeletons have flaps of melanin still attached
Bet your ass no turning back,
Just prepare for the last dance, bitch

I've been getting sleep I don't need
Wasting time, I've been smoking weed
Sipping rum mixed with lies and greed
My demons know when it's time to feed and
So I feed them,
They say keep your enemies close
So I feed them
I try to kill mine by drowning in poison
So I feed them
Fill my lungs up with smoke til I'm choking
So I feed them
No need to try to fix what ain't broken

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