Demons in Paradise Lyrics

Mixing up wok in the four

Two in the mornin we rollin up woods on the go

Making these hits on the low

Feel like i'm dying i'm tired but nobody knows

Bitches they act like they broke

Walk in the club with the model she up on the pole

Slide thru the pad on the low

Smoke on the gas i been lifted i'm losing my soul (But i'm)

Feeling amazing this shit kinda crazy

Spending my money i been on the coast

Leave it or take it i feel like i made it

But baby you don't understand how it goes

Paper been stacking i'm making it happen

Buy what i want and i'm spending some more

Cuz i don't give a fuck about anything else

But the people that take me away from it all

Bitches on bitches don't ask for the names

Stack up the paper the money i'm making

Bottles on bottles all out of patience

Baby i'm sorry i know that you hate it

Problems on problems i don't wanna fix them

Thinking too much cuz i don't like to listen

Shawty she calling she said i'm a villain

Roll up a blunt with the liquor i'm sippin

Lately been lost in my head

Don't understand who the fuck i been living for

Sorry i feel like i'm dead

Don't want to tell you i might want to end it all

Remember the days

Sleep from the ground to the couches

Now i'm the one laughing bitch

Stuck in a days

Hit up the club on the coast

Cuz the bitches they interstate