Demons - MC Redwolf, Voltaire, Epsilon

Yea yea

It’s Voltaire

Aye

Demons, I carry

Blindfold on my third eye

Try to bury them in the ice cold

Night’s slowly turning to day as my hands burn, ride home

In a hurry, I’m worried to waste time

Can’t lose a second of daylight

I’m like a decapitated playwright

Like touring with stage fright

I defeat my own purpose, every morning I lay tired

Motivation drawn from making it (shit)

Every elevator got a break, bitch

I stay away and lane shift

Don’t even behave different

Still, I’m an alien

Billions, fading to norms

Imma stay still, in place in the storm

The, fake just reform

I say, fuck waiting for my break…

This is it, imma take what I want

And I don’t, give a shit 'bout your thoughts

So get off me

To get them stop sleeping on me, this is coffee

I’m the best in my field

Still depressed, shit is real

A shell of my past self, deception

I’m fighting myself and my

Demons embody all my imperfections

I- I- I’m the demon that you’re fearing, yuh

Don’t hold back now

Chopping up the venom in intermate pieces, yuh

I go split that

Spit it, hit it

Think about how you would did it

Think about how the chicken was together

If tied together like I’d spin it

But I am coming back now

Don’t come back with Rac now

Come back

Like a callback

I coulda' had you but I didn’t wanna

I’m the demon that you’re fearing now, woah

Woah, woah, woaah, aye aye, yea

I’m the best in my field

Still depressed, shit is real

Living reckless, the press say I sound like a broken record

At this point I’m just stoked to be mentioned

Our demons embody all our imperfections

The best in my field

Still depressed, shit is real

Living reckless, the press say I sound like a broken record

At this point I’m just stoked to be mentioned

Our demons embody all our imperfections