A New York State of Mind (The Demons Hip Hop) lyrics
by guccihighwaters
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, guccihighwaters, it's time
It's time, guccihighwaters (aight, guccihighwaters, begin)
Straight out the pointless dungeons of rap
The Darkness drops deep as does my light
I never talk, 'cause to talk is the therapist of insight
Beyond the walls of Car, life is defined
I think of desperation when I'm in a New York state of mind
Hope the bite got some site
My insight don't like no dirty white
Run up to the right and get the night
In a New York state of mind
What more could you ask for? The stupid Darkness?
You complain about darkness
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the starkness
I'm rappin' to the demons
And I'm gonna move your semans
Scary, Sad, stupid, like a torch
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a scorch
I can't take the darkness, can't take the friend
I woulda tried to drink I guess I got no amend