Tay Y.U.N.G. - Riot

Demons on my brain

Jesus take the wheel
God forgive me
(paco jesus)
(yeh,yeh,yeh)

Honest, I woke up one hundred
All these fucking dreams (yeh),
All I do is want it
Demons on my brain yeh
I just keep on runnin
yeh, yeh, yeh
It’s uh Ri-ot, It’s uh Ri-ot (yeh)
Yeh,yeh, yeh, yeh, It’s uh Ri-ot
Yeh,yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, fucking Ri-ot
Yeh,yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, It’s uh Ri-ot
Yeh,yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, fucking Ri-ot

I keep a stick on the low
Jugg on my own
Scoring,won't nobody know
Murder is all that she wrote
Imma stay lit till i die (huh)
Come like a thief in the night yeah
Angels and demons don't fly
Hang wit me all in the night
I put it all on the line
Running it up,
Don't do decline
Leg room,my seats on recline
Dreaming about maybachs
Hella late nights with the yay bag (haa)
Wasn't pose to say that (huh)
And yall dont want it bad enuff
Numbers ain’t adding up
I done fucked the balance up
Thinking about losing it all
Gamble with devils and gods (ahhh)

I been up for days, I ain't going to sleep
Dreams come to sleepers, but aint nun for free
I been up for birds, I ain't heard not a peep
I’m gone bleed for these dreams or some blue colored cheese
I been up for days, I ain't going to sleep
Dreams come to sleepers, but ain’t nun for free
I been up for birds, I ain't heard not a peep
I’m gone bleed for these dreams or some blue color
(thrrrraww)

Honest, I woke up one hundred
All these fucking dreams (yeh),
All I do is want it
Demons on my brain yeh
I just keep on runnin
yeh, yeh, yeh
It’s uh Ri-ot, It’s uh Ri-ot (yeh)
Yeh,yeh, yeh, yeh, It’s uh Ri-ot
Yeh,yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, fucking Ri-ot
Yeh,yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, It’s uh Ri-ot
Yeh,yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, fucking Ri-ot

I see the fake and da flage in niggas
I'm realer than dat
I came from the bottom, like deep in the cut (hum)
No deeper than dat
Shoot for the one, but one ain't enuff
Niggas aint leveling up (yea)
Living my life in a rush (yea)
Milwaukee I played for the bucks
While most of you niggas stay stuck
The nail in the casket,
Inhaling the fumes from the gasses
I spoke to the pastor
Paid all my tithes and still they gon tax me
And I got the juice
Da man on the moon
Spill no drip
If they ask me
Know how I do
I’m gettin it loose
I don't even crash it
Might swerve a little
But only when gassin
My foot on the pedal
I'm headed to heaven
Or go meet the devil
I buried my maker
I need a new shovel
My hand in the fire
I'm makin it bubble
Cooking da crack and im chargin’ em double
I’m back wit the smoke and they don't want no trouble
Beam wit the scope, it might help me to hold'em
Yeh,yeh

I been up for days, I ain't going to sleep
Dreams come to sleepers, but aint nun for free
I been up for birds, I ain't heard not a peep
I’m gone bleed for these dreams or some blue colored cheese
I been up for days, i ain't going to sleep
(thrrrraww)

Honest, I woke up one hundred
All these fucking dreams (yeh),
All I do is want it
Demons on my brain yeh
I just keep on runnin
yeh, yeh, yeh
It’s uh Ri-ot, It’s uh Ri-ot (yeh)
Yeh,yeh, yeh, yeh, It’s uh Ri-ot
Yeh,yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, fucking Ri-ot
Yeh,yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, It’s uh Ri-ot
Yeh,yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, fucking Ri-ot

Written by:
CARLOS BRYANT, ERIC HALL

Publisher:
Lyrics © SOUND BY HLR PUBLISHING, Downtown Music Publishing

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