Текст песни In My Head - Baker Ya Maker

Smoked out, in my thoughts I grab the mask
And Glock then start to trip
Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit
Locked out, in the shop you'll never stop this fucking darker shit
Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit
Smoked out, in my thoughts I grab the mask
And Glock then start to trip
Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit

Devil shit
Devil shit
Devil shit
Devil shit

Mane, can't get the fuck out my way
I hear you talkin' that shit but best know I don't play
Doom set all day, devilish is what I say
In the motherfuckin' mist, we'll be plottin' on a stang
Lil gang, yes I rot and then claim
I sit in the shadows, that dark's my domain
Conquerin' the living name
Save a bitch from out the flame
Showin' that I got the prayers I reside deep in ya brain

Insane with the death wish
Come and meet your maker, call me Baker
Yes, I crept bitch, in your fuckin' dreams
Like a disease on your mind, I'm so extreme
In the mist I never miss, when I'm striking with my name goddamn
Take the Lord's name in vain
I'm funk as I want 'cause I don't give a fuck
All throughout the hard times, so a player acts up
I don't care what you pack bitch, I'll double it up

Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit
Smoked out, in my thoughts I grab the mask
And Glock then start to trip
Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit
Locked out, in the shop, you'll never stop this fucking darker shit

Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit
Smoked out, in my thoughts I grab the mask
And Glock then start to trip
Demons in my head, now it's got me doin' some devil shit
Devil shit, devil shit, devil shit, devil shit
Devil shit, devil shit, devil shit, devil shit
Devil shit, devil shit, devil shit, devil shit
Devil shit, devil shit