33scrap - DEMONS Lyrics

Pain on my front, pain on my front
Wear it like Nikes
Pain on my front
I wear it like Nikes
Pain on my front
I wear it like Nikes, I wear it like Nikes
Pain on my front
Temples like rivers of blood when they pump
I put a four in that two
Yuh, I put a four in that two
An eighth in the grinder
Powder in fine lines
White crimes for black hearts, Start at the end last
This dissonant idiot, scrap
He act like a filament, Filling the figures in
Quite a predicament
Ending the start for the thrill of it
Killing shit
Trees and the hope, Dope on the ropes
Roping the others in
Spin like a storms eye
Learning to cope, yuh
Yeah, I'm still learning to cope now
Slanging the dope when my boy asks
Wrecking the hopeless, they up in the stars now
I'm only vocal for reasons
Welcome the rooks to the season
Castle, the kingdom been eating
Scrap, he been feeding his demons
Feed 'em the scraps from the tabletop
Top of the crop, boy we never lost
Feeling lost, wait
Figure-eight the pay rate
Stuck in the red but we still ate
Figured the cost of the risk worth the work
Flowers to plastic, then send it
Cower in front of the ending
Rip at the seal on the cookies bag, yuh
Dozed offa Dos-I-Dos
Shit got me froze
Yuh, shit got me froze in a moment
Scrap been a part of a puzzle
Scrap been a part of a puzzle
Puzzle a muddle and look like some rubble
Muzzle the men, cut off the severance
Swear that they never learn
Send off a pack to a reverend
Flipping the pews in his church
Flipping up, kings in his church
Rip at the seal on the cookies bag
Dozed off an OZ of Dosi, uh
Shit got me froze
Shit got me froze in a moment
Froze for a sec
F*ck up my sess if my zip full
And if it not
I get about
I get about with that loud
Serve to a fiend in a crowd
Drop it round maps
Scattered as stones when they thrown
Stoned and alone
Prepping the method, zoned
Wrecking homes
Rip at the seal on the cookies bag, yuh
Shit got me froze
Shit got me froze
Shit got me froze in a moment
Spiking at nerves, and breaking down Dos-I-Dos
Shit got me froze
Pain on my front
Temples like rivers of blood when they pump
I put a four in that two
An eighth in the grinder
Powder in fine lines
White crimes for black hearts, Start at the end last
An eighth in the grinder
Powder in fine lines
White crimes for dark hearts, start at the end last
This dissonant idiot, scrap
He act like a filament, Filling the figures in
Quite a predicament
Ending the start for the thrill of it
Killing shit
Trees and the hope, Dope on the ropes
Roping the others in
Spin like a storms eye
Spin like a storms eye
Scrap, he been feeding his demons again
Again and again and again, yuh
Scrap, he been feeding his demons again