scarlxrd – DEMXN lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm an insane child, can't spend time in the daytime
Never show face, don't waste time
Donny
Bars stay cold and cocky, jump on the mic check-check like hockey
Easy
Spittin' this tongue in cheek-y
Don't believe me
Well that's fine cuz' man's had rhymes for time
I hope mine still go with the wind, I'm breezy (listen)
Smoke in my lungs, packed from the back to the front
Chat shit, rip out 'ya tongue
Sat down, then I passed out with my hat down
Woke up abrupt, must be the life on the blunt
My head top's feelin' rough
I woke up late again I'm hung over
I didn't even drink last night
What hype sent man into a coma? Closer to sober
One man might controller, real estate owner
My mouth runs on a motor, couple burners on my shoulder
I should relax and go slow, oh well, fuck it
I'm snapping, in fact, i'm an animal smashing on anyone comin' off
Tragic
It's saddening
Your team captain I'm lyrically batterin'

[Chorus]
I'm chillin' and cruisin'
Why does it seem like you're losin'?
All of you niggas are clueless
I'm back to my old ways
I'm makin' noise like I used to
All the shit that I move through
Now man connected like Bluetooth, always but who knew?
I lost my patience
(I lost a, I lost a, I lost a, I lost a, ah)
That's why I don't say shit
I'm just tired of waitin'
This ain't a special occasion
Skip on these special arrangements
I could get fifty replacements
You're not great, you're basic
Fuck off

[Verse 2]
We right off a contract
Count all the queens in a deck
Seen for the rats they all fiend for the fact that when I chat shit about me I can't transact
Don't backtrack, go subtract yourself
Go back to hell, don't chat, come back with a heat on your tail
Like I don't trust no-one
Sat by myself in the back, tut, now I'm all sober
Know yourself then, get to know this
We all know she smells like roses
Marius, focus, cope with all this cold shit in a moment, can't stay frozen
Won't let it go, won't separate oceans, I'm not Moses
This right here's atrocious, hear one line and it fucks with your mind and you skip like, a few times like a real diss
Can't coach this, more times I'm posted with a volsh it's sat back ignoring phone calls, what for?
I'm stackin' numbers on my scoreboard
Don't be talkin' hard, talk, you'll get a rocked jaw
All these fuckin' bars give me a locked jaw (ay)

[Chorus]