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letra de demons - trey of zen

[verse 1: trey]
im the little voice chillin’ in your head
making your, insecurities rise up outta bed
oh you’re too fat
you got a stain on ya shirt
your chest is too flat
and ya jeans have a little dirt
people know you’re weird as f-ck
no one cares when you’re hurt
your life fades like a blur
when asked favors you say sure
because you know you won’t fit in
and it gets underneath your skin
irritated from within
damaged
i mean what the f-ck is wrong with you
you got must all up on ya shoes
you wear the same thing everyday
and you must not have a clue
not the slightest idea why you’re producing these tears
in popularity scale you are the lowest of tier
popularity means nothing
while these kids are a b-mpin
to popular rappers or watch certain actors
all fundamentals of the same factor
its all a sin
its all a sin
its all a sin

[verse 2: trey]
that girl thinks you’re ugly as f-ck
you spilled milk on yourself in school
what shitty luck
you have f-cked up teeth
people leave when you start to breathe
because your breath smells like rotten cheese
are you sick because you can’t get rid of that sneeze
please
refrain from having a social life
you’re better off cutting your wrists with a razor
no with a knife
chop your hands off b-tch
where the f-ck is your clique
by yourself is where you sit
at the lunch table
you love your mom but she just enables
you to keep your head high
every girl you attempt to talk to just shuts you down
stop tryin man, theres no reason to drown
yourself in your own confidence
you are no where near competence
i can tell your life is ominous
you’re the 1 percent of the whole populous
f-cking weird
oblique
no chic
a freak
whenever you try to partic-p-te you reek
some thoughts in ya head so you can wreak
but then again you’re just a freak

[verse 3: trey]
you’re an oblong
theres no one that seems to get along
with you no way or no how
you’re better off befriending a cow
carc-ss
ignorance is bliss
except you’re misery
you bring it to every person that you meet
the ground slips from under your feet
youre awkward
you dont tell shit to your doctor
your ex thinks youre a monster
you wanna shoot up the school
what are you bonkers?
you have the same face as your father
yet no role model so you wander
alone
with no one else but your own
demons
demons
demons
welcome to h-ll
its f-cking satan up in here ready to f-ckin’ resale
your soul
oh wait you didn’t know?
motherf-ckers like you dont get to set shit in stone
watch your mouth you better change that tone
no sk!ll you have that could be honed
you dont have the option to phone
a friend
its just you yourself in the bitter end
with your own demons
who knows you could be a daemon
in your own realm just jacking your semen
just gotta find someone to give you a reason

- trey of zen

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