Lyrics Demons (feat. Denzel Curry) - Denzel Curry , A$AP Ferg

Yeah, mmm
Yeah, let's get it started
Yeah, mmm

My soul ain't for sale
My soul ain't for sale
My soul ain't for-

I-I see demons everywhere, demons from the paint
Demons in my cup, demons in my brain
Demons in the food, demons with the fangs
Demons in the sun, demons in the rain

She on demon time, she don't need to vibe
Know I got a girl, she don't even mind
I don't got a condom, I don't need to find
Demon in my mind (yeah), tellin' me it's fine (whoo)

Since a lil' kid, my dreams got weird
I was fightin' these demons all by myself
Daddy not here, I'm takin' them fears
I'm wipin' them tears all by myself
Mama care, she cheer me up
But I still feel like I'm all by myself
Punch in the air, but I know they there
I'm fuckin' these niggas up by myself

Before I was starred, I gripped my soul
I keep it away from the demons
Goin' through drama created the trauma
That shit that'll make you a demon

Psychological warfare, digital bots (uh)
Algorithm on the Instagram (whoo), I'm seein' nothin' but thots
Demons that's scared of the block (whoo)
I got to carry the Glock (yeah)
My uncle was a fiend, he was married to the rock, huh
High cholesterol (hoo), was the demon that took my pops (yeah)
Stop and frisk you, bitch (yeah)
I see that demon, them punk-ass cops, bitch (punk-ass bitch)

My soul ain't for sale (uh)
My soul ain't for sale (no, it's not)
My soul ain't for sale (uh)
My soul ain't for- (what?)
Got a nightlight, so the monsters don't chase me (yeah, yeah, woo, whoo)
Demons on the corner, got the hood goin' brazy (yeah, yeah, yeah, whoo, whoo, yeah)

So many demons since I was a fetus
I smack 'em at will like I knew Jada Pinkett
So fuck all that talkin' and fuck all that tweetin'
The only red table is blood in this meetin'
I'ma start swingin'
Curry killa cuttin' up like I'm Sweeney
'Cause I'm knowin' when they could never defeat me
Tempur-Pedic, try to reach, I'ma sleep 'em

Demons on my mind, ain't nowhere to hide
Bound to get buried and filled up with formaldehyde
Really it's all 'bout the za
My angel number been saying I'm on demon time
So Fergie I'm ready to go
I am not one of these niggas that worship the Baphomet
Bitch, I am Curry the GOAT

What the fuck I look like? Takin' the oath?
I'm so truly humble under God, ULTRAGROUND, sui-sound
Niggas used to be clan and mob
I can't stand a broke, bad bitch who ain't got a job
And I can't stand a fuck nigga hating on the squad

(My soul ain't for sale)
(My soul ain't for sale)
(My soul ain't for sale, uh)
Got a nightlight, so the monsters don't chase me
Demons on the corner, got the hood goin' brazy