"Demon Girl" lyrics
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
She brung my heart to the underworld (To the underworld)
I gave my love to a demon girl (To a demon girl)
Yeah, I took a lot of drugs, now I'm driving (Now I'm driving)
Sometimes I pray to God that the car swerve (Pray to God the car swerve)
Come bangin' at your door, askin', "Can I have my heart back?" (Can I have my heart back?)
Cardiac arrest? Nah, this right here a love attack (This right here a love attack)
She's givin' me the run-around, but she ain't a quarterback
I ran into a dead end, I ain't talkin' cul-de-sac (On God)
No, I'm not a doctor, I'm runnin' out of patience (Runnin' out of patience)
She know I'm a rockstar, I cannot give her love (Cannot give her love)
This shit for the lost ones, could care less 'bout an A-list (Care less 'bout an A-list)
I gave her all I had, but it still wasn't enough (It still wasn't enough)
This shit do or die, but I don't plan on dying (I don't plan on dying)
Called me weird when I was little, she wan' fuck now 'cause I'm giant (Fuck now 'cause I'm giant)
These hoes ain't never give me the time of day, now they all on my timing (They all on my timing)
I'm so high right now (Right now), I might fuck up the climate (Might fuck up the climate)
Just 'cause I'm a sad boy (Sad boy), don't mean I don't keep me one (Mean I don't keep me one)
I don't even got a passport (A passport), got fans in London (In London)
And I don't even have to count to two 'cause I ain't the one, yeah (I ain't the one, yeah)
So you best be cautious, Draco with a drum, yeah
I dial 9 to reach an outside line (Outside line)
'Cause I'm trapped inside of my damn mind (My damn mind)
Dial 9 to reach an outside line (Outside line)
'Cause I'm trapped inside of my damn mind
She brung my heart to the underworld (To the underworld)
I gave my love to a demon girl (To a demon girl)
Yeah, I took a lot of drugs, now I'm driving (Now I'm driving)
Sometimes I pray to God that the car swerve (Pray to God the car swerve)
Come bangin' at your door, askin', "Can I have my heart back?" (Can I have my heart back?)
Cardiac arrest? Nah, this right here a love attack (This right here a love attack)
She's givin' me the run-around, but she ain't a quarterback
I ran into a dead end, and I ain't talkin' cul-de-sac (On God)
Who am I to disagree?
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
She brung my heart to the underworld (To the underworld)
I gave my love to a demon girl (To a demon girl)
Yeah, I took a lot of drugs, now I'm driving (Now I'm driving)
Sometimes I pray to God that the car swerve (Pray to God the car swerve)
Come bangin' at your door, askin', "Can I have my heart back?" (Can I have my heart back?)
Cardiac arrest? Nah, this right here a love attack (This right here a love attack)
She's givin' me the run-around, but she ain't a quarterback
I ran into a dead end, I ain't talkin' cul-de-sac (On God)
No, I'm not a doctor, I'm runnin' out of patience (Runnin' out of patience)
She know I'm a rockstar, I cannot give her love (Cannot give her love)
This shit for the lost ones, could care less 'bout an A-list (Care less 'bout an A-list)
I gave her all I had, but it still wasn't enough (It still wasn't enough)
This shit do or die, but I don't plan on dying (I don't plan on dying)
Called me weird when I was little, she wan' fuck now 'cause I'm giant (Fuck now 'cause I'm giant)
These hoes ain't never give me the time of day, now they all on my timing (They all on my timing)
I'm so high right now (Right now), I might fuck up the climate (Might fuck up the climate)
Just 'cause I'm a sad boy (Sad boy), don't mean I don't keep me one (Mean I don't keep me one)
I don't even got a passport (A passport), got fans in London (In London)
And I don't even have to count to two 'cause I ain't the one, yeah (I ain't the one, yeah)
So you best be cautious, Draco with a drum, yeah
I dial 9 to reach an outside line (Outside line)
'Cause I'm trapped inside of my damn mind (My damn mind)
Dial 9 to reach an outside line (Outside line)
'Cause I'm trapped inside of my damn mind
She brung my heart to the underworld (To the underworld)
I gave my love to a demon girl (To a demon girl)
Yeah, I took a lot of drugs, now I'm driving (Now I'm driving)
Sometimes I pray to God that the car swerve (Pray to God the car swerve)
Come bangin' at your door, askin', "Can I have my heart back?" (Can I have my heart back?)
Cardiac arrest? Nah, this right here a love attack (This right here a love attack)
She's givin' me the run-around, but she ain't a quarterback
I ran into a dead end, and I ain't talkin' cul-de-sac (On God)
Writer(s): Kee Nola
