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