Demons (feat. Denzel Curry)

Yeah, mmm Yeah, let's get it started Yeah, mmm My soul ain't for sale My soul ain't for sale My soul ain't for- I-I see demons everywhere, demons from the paint Demons in my cup, demons in my brain Demons in the food, demons with the fangs Demons in the sun, demons in the rain She on demon time, she don't need to vibe Know I got a girl, she don't even mind I don't got a condom, I don't need to find Demon in my mind (yeah), tellin' me it's fine (whoo) Since a lil' kid, my dreams got weird I was fightin' these demons all by myself Daddy not here, I'm takin' them fears I'm wipin' them tears all by myself Mama care, she cheer me up But I still feel like I'm all by myself Punch in the air, but I know they there I'm fuckin' these niggas up by myself Before I was starred, I gripped my soul I keep it away from the demons Goin' through drama created the trauma That shit that'll make you a demon Psychological warfare, digital bots (uh) Algorithm on the Instagram (whoo), I'm seein' nothin' but thots Demons that's scared of the block (whoo) I got to carry the Glock (yeah) My uncle was a fiend, he was married to the rock, huh High cholesterol (hoo), was the demon that took my pops (yeah) Stop and frisk you, bitch (yeah) I see that demon, them punk-ass cops, bitch (punk-ass bitch) My soul ain't for sale (uh) My soul ain't for sale (no, it's not) My soul ain't for sale (uh) My soul ain't for- (what?) Got a nightlight, so the monsters don't chase me (yeah, yeah, woo, whoo) Demons on the corner, got the hood goin' brazy (yeah, yeah, yeah, whoo, whoo, yeah) So many demons since I was a fetus I smack 'em at will like I knew Jada Pinkett So fuck all that talkin' and fuck all that tweetin' The only red table is blood in this meetin' I'ma start swingin' Curry killa cuttin' up like I'm Sweeney 'Cause I'm knowin' when they could never defeat me Tempur-Pedic, try to reach, I'ma sleep 'em Demons on my mind, ain't nowhere to hide Bound to get buried and filled up with formaldehyde Really it's all 'bout the za My angel number been saying I'm on demon time So Fergie I'm ready to go I am not one of these niggas that worship the Baphomet Bitch, I am Curry the GOAT What the fuck I look like? Takin' the oath? I'm so truly humble under God, ULTRAGROUND, sui-sound Niggas used to be clan and mob I can't stand a broke, bad bitch who ain't got a job And I can't stand a fuck nigga hating on the squad (My soul ain't for sale) (My soul ain't for sale) (My soul ain't for sale, uh) Got a nightlight, so the monsters don't chase me Demons on the corner, got the hood goin' brazy