[Lyric] DEMISE (DJANGO UU)

DEMISE
140 BPM
C Minor

[Intro]
Thought you left it back, but it caught up
Member all the time when it was just us
Hours of my night, that you bought up

[Pre-Hook]
Hours of my time, sleepin’ fucked up
In the attic, sun's up
Hours of my night that I lost, cuz
Shit I should’ve tossed, cut
Heard you talkin bad, like we warring
Your friends you can’t trust them
But she think that I’m an asshole
Talkin out her ass though
Bitch are you dumb? Hoe
I need peace of my mind, but you sliding in
Swear that you diseased cuz u wild, on the viral pshit
I can see you switchin sides, you the type to flip
Hopin’ he can please your desires, but he type bitch
[Post Hook]
Yea
This the demise, some things gotta diе
She gon’ whine, she ain’t tryna shinе (yeaaaa)
You can’t ride the wave, get left behind
This the demise

[Verse]
Shawty really actin’ up cuz she a handful
Paranoia talkin’ to me, goin’ mental
Go fuck, go fuck yourself I gotta cancel
Membership, don’t wan’ remember this
You need an exorcist, demon child, hellish shit
You was never shit, such a waste of time, she irrelevant
Scandalous, tell her friends the lies, for the hell of it
Skeletons, locked within your mind, you ain’t tellin’ shit
Heard you catching cases, ain’t the age to be playin’ with
Sugar, salt, n’ Twitter simpin' take a bitch and make her lit
Different kinda niggas, really sangin' for the basic bitch
I been sayin’ it’s mid, way too sick of this shit
Issues you wanted, no prob, you could suck on my cock
Won't put a nigga on block, his girl thinkin’ I’m hot (DJANGO)
Up north, feelin’ so cold, still ain’t cold as your heart (dang, bro)

[Pre-Hook]
Hours of my time, sleepin’ fucked up
In the attic, drum bussed
Hours of my time that I lost, cuz
Shit I should’ve tossed, cut
Heard you talkin bad, like we warring
Your friends you can’t trust them
But she think that I’m an asshole
Talkin out her ass though
I need peace of my mind, but you slidin’ shit
Swear that you diseased cuz u wild, on the viral shit
While I tweet, switchin sides, you the type to flip
Hopin’ he can please your desires, but he type a bitch
[Post Hook]
Yea
This the demise, some things gotta die
She gon’ whine, she ain’t tryna shine (yeaaaa)l
You can’t ride the wave, get left behind
This the demise

[Outro]
Sebring, drop top
She bring, pock rocks
She get hot spots, then she know it’s time to roll
Frenchie, Ha, haan
Oh my God, God
I got, rock rock, but now I’m just feelin’ cold
Sebring...