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My Demons Got Drip Too - Judeo
Demons in the mirror, Balenciaga on their feet
Chains swinging heavy, whispers in the street
Double cup spilling, secrets I can't keep
They say they want the smoke, on the chimney bring the heat
Pussies ain't halo, crooked Prada shades
They pray for my downfall, I'm counting up the plays
The shadows in my corner, sharper than a blade
Every scar a diamond, every wound a parade
My demons got drip too, Gucci in their veins
Walking through the fire, but the fear remains
Shadows draped in Fendi, never see the stains
My demons got drip too, flexing through the pains
Late night plotting, city skyline in my sights
Moonlit rooftops, darkness dressed in all white
They whisper on my failures, I turn them into flights
Private jet confessions, turbulence feel right
Voices in my head, they just copped a new pair
Louis bags packed, still unpacking despair
They ride shotgun, leather seats, I don't care
Demons in designer, devil making flare
My demons got drip too, Gucci in their veins
Walking through the fire, but the fear remains
Shadows draped in Fendi, never see the stains
My demons got drip too, flexing through the pains
