Verse 1 I’m fighting demons I can see em Close my eyes & I might meet em Hate my feelings so I seize em jus Up that Glock & get to squeezing Stole them racks I call it treason Im jus glad you ain’t around We stacking shit up to the ceiling I’m jus glad I made you proud To make you sad I know that feeling For you I walk them miles And Not just 1 but...Learn More