Indigo Keaux - Maybe You're in Hell Lyrics

Dreams are gettin wild
But i like when shit get foul
If you don't like the music it's cuz it ain't Banging loud
I see like i got more than eyes
Humans make me mortified
Look at these aint shit niggas that we glorify
I ain't for bitch niggas
I ain't for lame hoes
I ain't for the f*ck shit that we doin' with Eyes closed
I ain't for the bands
I ain't for the sins
I ain't for yo lens
Make you doin' shit like you can't
Control yo hands

Every time i get sad
I wanna tat
And ever time i wan' get out
I hit the flask
I can't even f*ckin' manage
What's on this planet
Lookin' 'round me for antidotes
That's panoramic
I been doin' the same shit
You could say that i'm in love
Me and music yin and yang
A crow to a dove
When i'm on the beat
That shit get messy
Why is kid Slaughter
Always f*cking lashing nigga

Text her
Become lesser
Oh yes sir
My god blessed her
All i wan' do is caress her
Oh f*ck
Oh my god
Her vice grip like a python
Maybe that's my lack of self control
And that's my fault
She takes me way then she drags me Down under
It's made love? her fake love,
It's appetite? or hunger?
If you can't tell
Maybe you're in hell
I won't ask you that question
So you could ask yourself

I'm on the roof tryna get the sun when it Leaves
My self discipline is kinda like the winter Leaves
Sittin' down in the shower
Dance floor under my knees
All that f*ckin' talkin'
Lips movin', they a tease
Vacant
Life is gettin' old, ancient
What is there to life besides being a Homosapien
Wondering
How the f*ck can i still function
Every time it rain i fall in love with the Thunder
Music sound like Lucy's
Rappin' like i'm tunchi
If i only care bout winnin
Imma end up losing
Y'all can call me Violet
Thoughts are gettin violent
Life could do whatever but
Bitch i'm still smilin

Text her
Become lesser
Oh yessir
My god blessed her
All i wan' do is caress her
Oh f*ck
Oh my god
Her vice grip like a python
Maybe that's my lack of self control
And that's my fault
She takes me way then she drags me Down under
It's made love? her fake love,
It's appetite? or hunger?
If you can't tell
Maybe you're in hell
I won't ask you that question
So you could ask yourself

F*ck a demon
F*ck all leaning
On the unreliable
Sniffing coca flowers always gets you all Exitable
Is that pretty smile really showin because your content
Or is because demons in your bloodstream and it feels intense
Demons bite my organs
Got bad habits im a hoarder
Killin demons 25 to life just like a Quarter
I might kill my demons i might leave em in The slaughterhouse
I might kill my demons i might leave em in The slaughterhouse