[INTRO - Low voice, off-beat entry] Yeah... Demon boy up. He don't care if you uncomfortable. Uh. [HOOK - Slow drag, then double-time at the end] Demon boy triggers cause he don't give a fuck if he bother you, Look in the mirror, that's the truth that been botherin' you, Say I'm too loud, too raw, too honest for ya, Maybe it's not me, maybe it's somethin' stuck inside ya. Demon boy triggers cause he don't give a fuck if he bother you, Pocket full of shadows but his soul still bother you, He don't need a reason, he just bein' what he gotta be, You flinch every time cause you see what you not allowed to be. [VERSE 1 - Loose pocket, behind the beat, then snap back] Yeah, I walk in quiet, whole room get nervous, No mask, no filter, I ain't doin' no service, You want me polite, you want me to curve this, But I speak on the knot that you never unearth this. I was raised in the static, learned to sleep in the storm, Learned to eat off the floor, learned to keep my heart warm, Learned that a smile is a blade that they keep in they palm, So I don't trust the calm, nah I don't trust the calm. They say "Boy you too dark, boy you too wicked", I say "You too scared to look where the pain been livin'", I ain't your villain, I just your unfinished business, I just the itch in your soul that you been scratchin' with religion. Trigger finger on the truth, let it blam, Let it echo in your chest, let it shake where you stand, You call it disrespect, I call it contraband, You been hidin' from yourself, I'm just holdin' up the cam. [HOOK 2 - Same melody but more aggressive, ad-libs stacked] Demon boy triggers cause he don't give a fuck if he bother you (bother you), Say a prayer for me, then you gossip right after you (after you), Talkin' 'bout peace but you addicted to the drama too, Maybe there's somethin' in you that is stuck, yeah that's what's botherin' you. [VERSE 2 - Gangster bounce, triplet flow then stop-start] Uh, black hoodie in the summer, heart cold as December, Countin' up my scars, not the money, remember, Lost some homies to the bottle, lost some to the pretender, Kept my circle tight, can't afford another splinter. I don't argue with fools, I just let the silence answer, You been talkin' all that loud, but your life got no candor, You been clean on the outside, but your closet got the hanger, Skeletons tap dancin', you just call 'em bad manners. Look - I ain't here to save ya, I ain't here to hurt ya, I'm just here to be that mirror you can't un-blur ya, Every time you hear my name, somethin' in your nerves jump, Cause I say what you swallow when your throat get all choked up. Demon boy laugh, cause he know that you triggered, He know you been big mad, little soul, middle finger, He don't need your approval, he don't need your forgiveness, He just walk with that limp from the weight of the realness. [BRIDGE - Whispered, then shouted last line] Shhh... you hear that? That's that thing you buried comin' back. You taped it, boxed it, threw it in the back, But it been knockin', scratchin', tryna get it back. Maybe you stuck cause you never let it bleed, Maybe you stuck cause you watered all the weeds, Maybe you mad at me cause I'm what you could be, If you ever cut that cord and let your demon breathe. [VERSE 3 - Long, uncut, switch flows every 4 bars - this is the core] Yeah, I been outside when the lights went out, Learned to navigate the dark without a light house, Learned that angels don't always wear the white blouse, Sometimes they got fangs, got pain in they mouth. I don't give a fuck if I bother you, that's your problem, You been coddled by lies, now the truth wanna rob 'em, I ain't polite with the knife, I just cut to the bottom, Where the child in you cryin' cause you left him at the bottom. You talkin' gangster, I'm talkin' soul gangster, Not the chain, not the flex, not the old banger, I'm talkin' standin' ten toes when your whole soul shake up, When everybody left and you still don't break up. Demon boy triggers, yeah I know, I know, I walk in the church and the preacher gon' choke, Cause I bring that real that they don't wanna quote, I bring that dirt under the nail, not the clean note. You want me filtered, you want me rinsed, You want me less intense, less convinced, But I been through the fire, I been through the rinse, Came out black smoke, eyes tinted. So what? So what if I bother you? So what if my freedom make you feel smaller too? Maybe it's not hate, maybe it's envy too, Maybe you see in me the part that you buried too. [OUTRO - Half-sung, tired but cold] Demon boy triggers... He don't give a fuck if he bother you... Cause maybe there's somethin' in you that is stuck... And he just the only one gon' tell you what's up... Yeah. Let it sit. Let it bother you.
