Johnny Blanco, Spitty - Demondreams Lyrics

I'm on to finer things
Past them demon dreams
Now I stitch a track together like the seems of jeans
Used to pitch a pack like the scenes we see on screens
Call that demon cheese
No more demons please

Red and blues flash in my peripherals
The hate is deeper rooted sits inside whatever's visceral
Contest the status quo my quota rise won't ever plateau
I play in the pocket weigh out my options run up and launch it like joe flacco
Stumbled up out of the demon's den with dreams of death and disassociation
Got rid of all of the poison around me was drowning till I learned the blueprint to greatness
It came from practice and loss and depression detesting myself till I got up and got better
Now when I get to the stage the whole crowd know my name every brand wanna drop cheddar
I need to sign up with roc-a-fella
I need to sign up with good or xo
I never could sign away on my soul
I never knew love my heart was like cole
Colder nights frightened by yelling and banging
Old heads get angry when they get to dranking
Time in my ends left me in my own head a lot
I had some people I'd wish would be a dead a lot
Ohh
Check the horoscope it'll prolly tell you i'm the next to blow
Blazing outta b town set fire to the show
So if you didn't know well now you know

I'm on to finer things
Past them demon dreams
Now I stitch a track together like the seems of jeans
Used to pitch a pack like the scenes we see on screens
Call that demon cheese
No more demons please

Dreams of buying my grandmother a new whip
Dreams of coppin my lil cousin some new kicks
Dreams of my whole squad rocking iced wrists
Ugs tryna hit a frank ocean level industry lick
Death grips when we leak the album on the label
Drop the contracts keep the promo that's how to turn the tables
Used to be bad call the bitch sable the way she stuff her nasal
I was rocking rhymes back when I was in the cradle
Do it till I die man these rhymes becoming painful
Chicken on the side tryna afford another plateful
Grim reaper chilling with the dead that are grateful
Mcs act like they dope but they k2 fake news play food
Watch me stay calm while I blaze you
Hip hop raised me
My rhymes are essays of self praise
Strays don't phase me
Ugs profit I hope they praise me

I'm on to finer things
Past them demon dreams
Now I stitch a track together like the seems of jeans
Used to pitch a pack like the scenes we see on screens
Call that demon cheese
No more demons please