Inner demons by Torn Lyrics
[Verse]
Nowadays these niggas scheming
Fuck around, you might storm a cloud and go about my inner demons
Lying in the floor screaming, like an alien going out my stomach, nigga
On a minute you can catch me cardinal sinning
I'm abusing my limit, since I escaped from the clinic
You be passing out from a spasm after listening to the verse Torné has written
And the beat that was ridden
Left astounded, you're grounded and The Devil has risen
I be wilding out, bottle of Coca-Cola on my hand
Them niggas is hidden, city as lit as this ciggie, this is the end
And the place we in
Earth they call it, disputed, but hell will win and we will all descend to where we deserve to be
Alcohol? I'm guzzling it
Marihuana? I'm triple smoking the shit
Disgusting? Well then I guess I like to be covered in shit
I'd choose all this shit plus pills before I have to suffer all day nigga
Huh, 128 gigas
So much music, might delete some nostalgia filled pictures
Fuck them niggas, they think that I need 'em
Better off gone, just with my inner demons, nigga
Quadruple fuck a god that wouldn't fist fight me
Another fact to prove that He couldn't run past me
Last week, mother told me to go to church
I said: "if that ain't satanic, Imma chill here and write a verse"
Moms was mad at my decision
So I responded: "What did you expect from me, this nigga ain't your minion
Yeah, I respect you
But I ain't you either, so you better throw some respect too"
She understood, student bested the master
Almighty should learn from it instead of going on on his quest for disaster
On these trenches we bastards
If that nigga our father then I'd rather let life kill me even faster
Nowadays these niggas scheming
Fuck around, you might storm a cloud and go about my inner demons
Lying in the floor screaming, like an alien going out my stomach, nigga
On a minute you can catch me cardinal sinning
I'm abusing my limit, since I escaped from the clinic
You be passing out from a spasm after listening to the verse Torné has written
And the beat that was ridden
Left astounded, you're grounded and The Devil has risen
I be wilding out, bottle of Coca-Cola on my hand
Them niggas is hidden, city as lit as this ciggie, this is the end
And the place we in
Earth they call it, disputed, but hell will win and we will all descend to where we deserve to be
Alcohol? I'm guzzling it
Marihuana? I'm triple smoking the shit
Disgusting? Well then I guess I like to be covered in shit
I'd choose all this shit plus pills before I have to suffer all day nigga
Huh, 128 gigas
So much music, might delete some nostalgia filled pictures
Fuck them niggas, they think that I need 'em
Better off gone, just with my inner demons, nigga
Quadruple fuck a god that wouldn't fist fight me
Another fact to prove that He couldn't run past me
Last week, mother told me to go to church
I said: "if that ain't satanic, Imma chill here and write a verse"
Moms was mad at my decision
So I responded: "What did you expect from me, this nigga ain't your minion
Yeah, I respect you
But I ain't you either, so you better throw some respect too"
She understood, student bested the master
Almighty should learn from it instead of going on on his quest for disaster
On these trenches we bastards
If that nigga our father then I'd rather let life kill me even faster