Demons (Remix) Futuristic

[Verse 1: Futuristic]
Born sinner, half nigga within an ER
Traveling Local, no agent or PR
This big room in a house with no one to share it with
If she was alive, I swear to God I'd move my grandma in
Lost focus, trying to mend this broken heart
Writing words on my phone in hopes it'll show my art
The older that we get, the more we grow apart
It was built on a lie, we came from a hopeless start
And I'm not supposed to rap about my feelings, never
Supposed to make a lot of jokes and say some shit that's clever
And act like I'm balling and fucking bitches
Man, "Fake it till you make it"s got to be the worst expression ever
I'd rather only portray the things that are real
Even if that shit does cost me a record deal
And you could say that I'm stupid or say I'm foolish
But I'm living off this music, I'll never know how your desk'll feel

[Hook: Futuristic]
And I'm just fighting off my demons (I'm fighting off my demons)
I'm fighting off my demons (I'm fighting off my demons)
I thank the fans for telling me I'm the man
I'm just glad I can finally give you something to believe in
And I'm fighting off my demons (I'm fighting off my demons)
I'm fighting off my demons (I'm fighting off my demons)
I wanna thank the fans for accepting who I am
Understand you're the reason why I'm breathing