Bizzy Bone - Demons Surround Me
BIZZY BONE:Heaven'z Movie
(Slowed down):
Demons surround me all the time.
Demons surround me all the time.
Demons surround me all the time.
Now pick up your psychic line.
Now pick up your psychic line.
Nobody believes. Nobody believes. Nobody believes me, even my baby girl. See I was raised up on that ouija in my crazy world. Better take it easy. Sang: Outta my mind, outta my mind, outta my mind, outta my brains, brains. 7th Sign time, in a line, shine, fin to bye-bye, die die, bang bang. Hit 'em with that woo-woo, and that flip-flop flown-n-low. Steady as we roll. Maybe you don't know, oh. Get away for safety, in a coma-like state, invade me. Everyone say: "Hey, hey, he's crazy." Premenitions, kick pushin' daisies. Wait, they chase to slay me. Paranoid. Mortal to the paranormal. Jumpin' out portals. Kinetical energy formal in the global get warmer. Mormons may mourn, may Messiahs be born, torn in the purgatory. Sworn to violence, silence, word my bond. Get ya story on, call me, saw me in the army gatherin' in harmony. Hardly in all we be so salty.
Demons surround me all the time.
Demons surround me all the time.
Now pick up your psychic line.
Now pick up your psychic line.
Talk to the walkin' dead, crossroads, call on the Rev., lost souls. And I'm off in a coffin' tossin' my memoirs, oh no. In the closet, come open the door, what do you see? A funeral. Usually closest to kosher 'til I see some loved ones, don't go. Get it crucial, pick up the psychic line, future to before time in the sinister mind of spiritual wicked, intertwined with weak souls, come kick it. Written, rewind, get it, look out, hit it, rise. Dig it, wig out, feel it, ride. Mimic, die. Nigga, fly. Boom bye-bye. My kind in time, 7th Sign, 7th Sign [7th Sign]. Time after time get mine, gon' get mine. Pick up the phone line, pick up the phone line, ready for truth on the loose? Got a dime or two and I'm liable to tell you, only if you know, wooo. He flew right bye you, true, demons follow and resume from the womb in the tomb. I fool you, boom, boom, boom. B-b-b-boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Demons surround me all the time
(Slowed down):
Demons surround me all the time.
Demons surround me all the time.
Demons surround me all the time.
Now pick up your psychic line.
Now pick up your psychic line.
Nobody believes. Nobody believes. Nobody believes me, even my baby girl. See I was raised up on that ouija in my crazy world. Better take it easy. Sang: Outta my mind, outta my mind, outta my mind, outta my brains, brains. 7th Sign time, in a line, shine, fin to bye-bye, die die, bang bang. Hit 'em with that woo-woo, and that flip-flop flown-n-low. Steady as we roll. Maybe you don't know, oh. Get away for safety, in a coma-like state, invade me. Everyone say: "Hey, hey, he's crazy." Premenitions, kick pushin' daisies. Wait, they chase to slay me. Paranoid. Mortal to the paranormal. Jumpin' out portals. Kinetical energy formal in the global get warmer. Mormons may mourn, may Messiahs be born, torn in the purgatory. Sworn to violence, silence, word my bond. Get ya story on, call me, saw me in the army gatherin' in harmony. Hardly in all we be so salty.
Demons surround me all the time.
Demons surround me all the time.
Now pick up your psychic line.
Now pick up your psychic line.
Talk to the walkin' dead, crossroads, call on the Rev., lost souls. And I'm off in a coffin' tossin' my memoirs, oh no. In the closet, come open the door, what do you see? A funeral. Usually closest to kosher 'til I see some loved ones, don't go. Get it crucial, pick up the psychic line, future to before time in the sinister mind of spiritual wicked, intertwined with weak souls, come kick it. Written, rewind, get it, look out, hit it, rise. Dig it, wig out, feel it, ride. Mimic, die. Nigga, fly. Boom bye-bye. My kind in time, 7th Sign, 7th Sign [7th Sign]. Time after time get mine, gon' get mine. Pick up the phone line, pick up the phone line, ready for truth on the loose? Got a dime or two and I'm liable to tell you, only if you know, wooo. He flew right bye you, true, demons follow and resume from the womb in the tomb. I fool you, boom, boom, boom. B-b-b-boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Demons surround me all the time
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