I've got demons in my closet I try my best not to think about it
Yeah, I'm just being honest Nobody worry bout me, that's not making profit
I know I'm a kind of man I get the riches but I'm kind of a soul
I dug in a the book, my skull I call on my phone
I call on my phone
These are the things I love Not just nobody, just the late and drugged
Music and stay member with teeth, no funds Cause man a call white boy till Jesus come
I'm on myself and I fight