Smoke Supreme - Demons lyrics

Journey through my soul
Here’s the keys to my castle
Lately it’s a struggle
Every day has been a hassle
Demons in my mind, I can’t sleep
 got me frazzled acid on my tongue
Got my mind feelin' fragile

Walk into my attic
Here’s the archives of my mind
Every fuckin' night I’m having
Thoughts of suicide
Too scared to fuckin' do it
So I have to let it ride
Don’t really wanna die
I just wanna feel alive

So I take another pill
The xans to help me chill
Take some LSD if I’m fiendin' for a thrill
I don’t wanna promote it but
I gotta keep it real
Afraid of being sober cause I
Don’t like what I feel

Guess I need some fuckin' help
‘fore i’m hanging from a belt
The reason for the drugs to mask
The pain that I felt
They say my heart is warm but
I’m afraid to let it melt
Just tryna make the most out of
The cards that I been dealt, yeah

So I’m smokin' til I choke
I been geekin' off this coke
My eyes red and low, got Supreme on my coat
Maybe when I’m dead they’ll take a
Look at what I wrote
I’m fiendin' for some bread
Fuck a stack I need a loaf

Now I open up my window as
I’m flamin' up this indo
Sprayin' the Febreeze tryna hide
It from my kinfolk my only form of therapy
They look at it as sinful
My family know I'm druggin'
Shit even the little kids know
I been workin with the pencil
Bleedin' through these instrumentals
I got demons in my mental
My whole life is detrimental
While my mind start to deteriorate
I'm lookin for a better place
Just move me to a better
State with all the love, fuck all the hate

Got so much shit up on my plate
And lately I ain’t feelin' great
I’m tryna change my life so I can
Move on to some better things
But lately I been feelin' strange
A couple things just ain’t the same
And if I’m being honest
Man sometimes I wanna blow my brain

A smile just to hide the pain
Umbrella for my rainy days
Sometimes I feel like I'm insane and
Everyday just feels the same
I wake up just to smoke a spliff
Sometimes I don’t wanna exist
The drugs, man it’s just what it is, my life
It is just what it is

Young teen from the burbs
Six feet in the dirt
Sometimes I wonder what will be my last words
My mindstate so absurd
Acid make my mind swerve
Drugs make my mind swerve