Demon Flow

Es un día gris lleno de palos secos

Un calor cansante de existencia amargada

Oh yeah, now, we compose

Searching for that demon flow

Stacy got the weed and slows

He can roll

Give a **** one and let the weed control

We compose

Sounds for all the demon hoes

Lost in the all trees I blow

We can go

Okay now, we can go

Searching for that demon flow

Stacy got the weed and slows

He can roll

Give a **** one and let the weed control

Oh, we compose

Sounds for all the demon hoes

Lost in the all the trees I blow

We can go

Give a **** one and let the weed control like oh-whoa

Get it back, like whoa, whoa

It's, it's that

Bad motherfucker with that bow tie

Leanin', pillin', hopin' that a **** won't die

From the city, man, a **** gotta get away

We the prey, grab a gun, or better yet don't cry

The white folks comin', run away

In the space, we the slaves, so we don't relate

For the dinner plate, I

Kill a **** straight, long live the king

Can't pick up the shit, take out the kids, in a race I

You fuck the place, we shut the place down

You run this shit, we run this shit down

You talk your shit, we fuck your bitch

Thank God for life, light up a spliff now

Tell your boys that the kids is back

Same **** that lick your back

Probably pick your back when the shots come

That's a monster boy

Tell your bitch we don't need the chat

Okay now, we can go

Searching for that demon flow

Stacy got the weed and slows

He can roll

Give a **** one and let the weed control

Oh, we compose

Sounds for all the demon hoes

Lost in the all trees I blow

We can go

Give a **** one and let the weed control, like