Maybe You're in Hell

Dreams are gettin wild But i like when shit get foul If you don't like the music it's cuz it ain't Banging loud I see like i got more than eyes Humans make me mortified Look at these aint shit niggas that we glorify I ain't for bitch niggas I ain't for lame hoes I ain't for the f*ck shit that we doin' with Eyes closed I ain't for the bands I ain't for the sins I ain't for yo lens Make you doin' shit like you can't Control yo hands Every time i get sad I wanna tat And ever time i wan' get out I hit the flask I can't even fuckin' manage What's on this planet Lookin' 'round me for antidotes That's panoramic I been doin' the same shit You could say that i'm in love Me and music yin and yang A crow to a dove When i'm on the beat That shit get messy Why is kid Slaughter Always fucking lashing nigga Text her Become lesser Oh yes sir My god blessed her All i wan' do is caress her Oh f*ck Oh my god Her vice grip like a python Maybe that's my lack of self control And that's my fault She takes me way then she drags me Down under It's made love? her fake love, It's appetite? or hunger? If you can't tell Maybe you're in hell I won't ask you that question So you could ask yourself I'm on the roof tryna get the sun when it Leaves My self discipline is kinda like the winter Leaves Sittin' down in the shower Dance floor under my knees All that fuckin' talkin' Lips movin', they a tease Vacant Life is gettin' old, ancient What is there to life besides being a Homosapien Wondering How the f*ck can i still function Every time it rain i fall in love with the Thunder Music sound like Lucy's Rappin' like i'm tunchi If i only care bout winnin Imma end up losing Y'all can call me Violet Thoughts are gettin violent Life could do whatever but Bitch i'm still smilin Text her Become lesser Oh yessir My god blessed her All i wan' do is caress her Oh f*ck Oh my god Her vice grip like a python Maybe that's my lack of self control And that's my fault She takes me way then she drags me Down under It's made love? her fake love, It's appetite? or hunger? If you can't tell Maybe you're in hell I won't ask you that question So you could ask yourself F*ck a demon F*ck all leaning On the unreliable Sniffing coca flowers always gets you all Exitable Is that pretty smile really showin because your content Or is because demons in your bloodstream and it feels intense Demons bite my organs Got bad habits im a hoarder Killin demons 25 to life just like a Quarter I might kill my demons i might leave em in The slaughterhouse I might kill my demons i might leave em in The slaughterhouse