Frank Ocean, Skepta - Little Demon lyrics

Do He got do He got a vision for my
Living on the fringes, Hendrix shit
Do we got a vision for my do He got a
Do we got a do we got a do
We got a do we got a
Do He got a vision for my
Me, I'm fresh as Hendrix shit
Bleach blonde, Lennox shit
Hot boy, British shit
Do we got vision for my do
We got vision for my

Living on the fringes, Hendrix shit
Bleach blonde Lennox shit
Hot boy, British shit top Boy, British shit
Found the wrong kid, eh gotta calm kid, yeah
From Congea to orange via my orange shit, uh

Little demon on my shoulder
That's dependent on my mind
Somebody pray for my opponents
Got this vengeance on my mind
Is God workin' on it
Do He got a vision for my life?
Do He got a vision for my life?
Do He got a vision for my

Young boy, pretty, not funny, but shit
Lil' niggas just got some money and shit
Got a whole plate, can't stomach this shit
None of this shit (Damn) like a porn clip
(Uh) , if you turn up the mix
All my fantasies, they fucked up
You can hear their screams

Little demon on my shoulder
That's dependin' on my mind
Somebody pray, I gotta pray
I got these visions in my mind
Attempted murder charges still
Attempted, tryna attempt, tryna
Attempted murder charges still attempted
Tryna kill

Cocaine took several father figures
Out of mind
Attempted murder charges still attempted
Tryna kill the guy ego not your migo
Worst decisions made for sake of pride
Split's, Van Damme
Fifty-fifty chance I let shit sli

(lide) ls this just if I ain't have to tap
Her? I could see for twenty miles out
How do you know if that Glock's
Gone cut the cold in July, hot
SIG SAUER, Roscoe's Chicken 'N
Waffles with this ice, uh
Notice I was brought up with
Ones you got in mind
Nigga, I'm standin' right here but I
Pretend like I don't hear them

Yeah piece of paper in my mouth
Let my demons out to play
Then I buried 'em in the dirt
'Cause they was standin' in my way
I wasn't welcome in the church
Someone that Jesus couldn't save
I'm the real livin' evil
I spit on the devil's name