Tre O'neal - Demons

Burning rubber doing damn near 200
Who taught my demons how to drive
They been swervin' left and right down I-25
We been on this chase for some years now
Could use a break but I can't even slow down
They get closer every time I ease up
Gotta pick my feet up
I took a detour and now I'm trapped
Too far in so there ain't no turning back
This a hunnid-lap race
And these demons in yo face want the food up off yo plate
I took a detour and now I'm trapped
Too far in so there ain't no turning back
This a hunnid-lap race
And these demons in yo face want the food up off yo plate
And no my demons don't have a name
And all my demons yea they insane
They want my body in the dirt
With my face up on a shirt
Trynna hit me where it hurts
All because
I took a detour and now I'm trapped
Too far in so there ain't no turning back
This a hunnid-lap race
And these demons in yo face want the food up off yo plate
I took a detour and now I'm trapped
Too far in so there ain't no turning back
This a hunnid-lap race
And these demons in yo face want the food up off yo plate
Don't want these demons
Don't need these demons
And it's ironic cause I need em' near me
Cause it ain't the same without em'
No it ain't the same without em'
Do you still care
(I had to ask my demons)
Said do you still care
Are you still there
(I had to ask my demons)
Do you still care
Are you still there

Written by:
TreVante O'Neal

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