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When I walk to my desk and I sit right down I rock in the chair when I'm pissed 'Cause I gotta write down everything that I think But I gotta make sure this hits It's a difficult line to walk 'cause what I talk about Is everything that I've seemed to miss Or a demon I keep inside of my pen That is killin' out all of my bliss When it rains it pours, when I jump, I soar When I say that I made a mistake I really mean that I've got a regretful decision I've made that I wish I could take Back, but I can't, that's how it goes I only rap 'cause it eases my soul If you a demon and comin' my way Then you stop fuckin' breathin' if this is my day, yeah I got fuckin' demons in my studio I got fuckin' demons in my lab I got fuckin' demons in my headphones And I got fuckin' demons you don't have If you got that shit, I'ma pray for you I'ma stock my clip full of razor, shoot You in the brain to relieve all the pain for you Cannot obtain what I aim, entertain the youth Letras de cancionesAnd in an age full of anger and ways to use it To retain and encase what can break your stupid Fuckin' brain, if it gets out I might just give in and check out Everything I do, everything I said I do it to suppress the fuckin' dread Demons more like Satan, bitch I'm in hell with the way he's arrangin' this Walk in the lab and I'm flaming Maybe my vocals, maybe my patience Maybe the demons I'm letting run free in the booth Like I will not run out of pages! I know— I got fuckin' demons in my studio I got fuckin' demons in my lab I got fuckin' demons in my headphones And I got fuckin' demons you don't have I know you are never gonna hear the end of me Just fuckin' talkin' like this, I talk and write this At the same time, my mic is linked with my mind at all times And I intertwine every thought you think So when you thinkin' like me, I bet you this You gonna come right back to the world I made Where the sky clears up when it's 'bout to rain Talk to the dark When I'm supposed to be sleepin' so, god Gimme a reason to not lay a verse on a beat To hold on to what I have lost I'ma keep on goin' with a flock of hits 'Till the bombs drop, causing an apocalypse And me and CJ close up the shop and fit Into a grave but that won't even stop ambitions when I say— I got fuckin' demons in my studio I got fuckin' demons in my lab I got fuckin' demons in my headphones And I got fuckin' demons you don't have I keep on movin' along as if I am completely intact I'm in the studio killin' my demons like swingin' at bats Something is hauntin' me, not like it wasn't already my past So if I figure it out, lay that shit out in a rap I got fuckin' demons in my studio I got fuckin' demons in my lab I got fuckin' demons in my headphones And I got fuckin' demons you don't have From Letras Mania