XXXTENTACION, Kemba, Joey Bada$$ - Daemons lyrics

Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott [Brooklyn, New York. USA.]

[XXXTENTACION, Kemba, Joey Bada$$ - Daemons lyrics]

Cocaine cocaine

Two shots for me and fuckin' Jesus himself
Who the fuck signed the
Petition giving Jesus the belt?
Tie it around his neck and
Get to fucking bucklin' up
For every moment I counted on him
I'm fuckin' him up
Torture victims are due to scriptures
It's written and such
So every moment my uncle suffered
Was planned in the cut
Cut his tongue out and hammered
Fuckin' nails in his skull
Couldn't see what Jesus planned
My vision is dull, and so
If there's a fucking
I wanna slit his fucking throat
And feed his organs to the children
And shower solutions to the
Black and the white
And endless indulgence to the
Youth in the night cult scripture
We're all used to be causin' a ruck
Drownin' women and many children
And pillaging trust just the minimum
Murdered many in sake of himself
He just replaced you
You are just a book on his shelf

Slow dancin' with the devil in a burnin' room
Two-steppin' ahead until they lock
Me in a tomb
Been doomed since they pulled us out the womb
Satan preyin' on me
She been throwin' souls inside the wombs
Life shouldn't eat you up, spit you out
Beat you up
But, bitch, the third eye stay open
Don't think I blink enough
Maybe I see too much, baby, I can't call it
I leave my soul in these
Bars like a alcoholic i can't trust nobody
I'll put that on my mind, soul
And my whole body i see demons
And there's nothin' they don't know about me
No matter how much I try to hide
They gon' find me so now I never run from it
'cause I come from it i never lied
I resides in the beast's stomach
I looked the Devil in the eyes
I could see she bluffin'
I pull the red dress to the
Side, tell her keep cummin', keep cummin'

I just found out family and
Enemies could be different
I was steppin' over syringes
That's in my kitchen after mama died
I couldn't go to the bathroom
Without gettin' some second hand
Heroin high while pissin'
This is just me paintin' a picture
Of what I live with
What you know about comin' home
To your shit missin'
And findin' out the niggas that helped you
Look for it had did it?
This is just me paintin' addiction
These niggas took methamphetamine
Ketamine, edibles, and a bean
Niggas stole my denim jeans
Den of Thieves DVD, literally anything
Food I bought from the vending machine
Credit card crack any door like janitor keys
Niggas even took credit for the
Man I would be (Ah)
And if I let him, he
Would probably take twenty percent
Manager fee i'm so scared of my genes
I considered celibacy
Afraid I would ruin my seeds
Like Adam and Eve i got blood on the fuckin'
Leaves of my family tree
Just give me one damn minute
This shit is hard for me
I lost my whole damn mama
I lost a part of me
She lost her whole damn life
From symptoms of poverty
Grew up with Crown Fried
Chicken cloggin' my arteries
Increase in robberies
Police and bullets that I bob and weave
It was nonstop for me, no one is stoppin' me
Either fulfill myself or be
A self-fulfillin' prophecy
This just how I introduce myself properly
Kemba

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