Lyrics

Instinct Yeah, yeah Ain't no stressin or no resting bitch I'm grinding till I die The land of all the wicked with the demons on the rise The darkness on this the earth will soon light up with all the fire So bitch just back up off my dick As I hypnotize I keep on just running on in circles And every time I just wind back in this hell Thinking of days when I went insane, feeling of trapt in a cell I cannot fail, I cannot break I will not kneel Mothafuckas, I promise that you are not safe T.R.I.P. just came out of his shell When you raisin all these demons Have you felt this way before? A dark obssession with collections of a rotting corpse I know you like the way they burn in hell Your enemies are drowning deep in decomposing smell If you tryin to run up You better have one tucked, you know Gonna get fucked up You better not be alone I know you like the way they burn in hell Your enemies are drowning deep in decomposing smell
Writer(s): Pedro Neto, Angel Cabrera, Beau Holland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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