作词 : Colson Baker/D. Blackman/E. Simmons/K. Badlet/L. Gerrard

作曲 : Colson Baker/D. Blackman/E. Simmons/K. Badlet/L. Gerrard

Ugh

I swear that I can feel 'em ****in' with me (****in' with me, ****in' with me...)

Oh, I swear that I can feel 'em ****in' with me (****in' with me, ****in' with me...)

Every night I feel 'em ****in' with me (****in' with me, ****in' with me...)

Hear me wit a feel of ugh

I wake up screaming in my sleep every ****in' night

Open up my eyes to cold sweat, bloody clothes from my nose

Erhk - Nothing nice

Father, I've killed a man, but I had to do it

Only thing is he is me (Damn) – how the **** you couldn't get me through this?

My skin is blue-ish, voices in my head saying

"Don't be stupid all you have is in that bag you better use it" (Do it, do it, do it)

Cut it (Cut it), snuff it (Snuff it), puff it (Puff it), shoot it (Shoot it)

Only one I trust now is myself, these mother****ers Judas

Gun in my pillow 'cause all I feel is this paranoia

Holes in my wall from all them nights that I was feeling for him (Hey)

The devil's here, *gunshot* but I'm still awake *gunshot*

Then I broke the mirror (Why?)

'Cause I seen his face

Even my ***** corrupted

I ****ed her ***** 'till it's bloody took it out and then she sucked it, told me that she loved it (*****)

Everything is black, I think I am deceased

I am a ghost without the bed sheets (Boo!)

X speak

If a beast's what I got to be, then so be it (What?)

**** it, if I got to live it (Uh), then y'all gon' see it (Do it)

Eat it, **** it, live it - it's in my blood

That's why I get down like bud, from the dirt to the mud

You ****ed up thinking **** was sweet, but **** in the street (Ah)

Make you split the heat, to the back of his head, make you spit teeth (What?)

Leave his loved ones in grief

And I don't wanna have to be the one to tell you **** deep

But man, shit's deep

I swear that I can feel 'em ****in' with me (Why?)

Every night I feel 'em ****in' with me (Why?)

Please God tell these demons stop ****in' with me (Why?)

Every God damn night I feel 'em ****in' with me (Why?)

Please God

The street's still the same

Ain't right, if a nigga can't still feel the pain (What?)

But still kill the game (Come on), still keep real and aim (Ugh)

I get down one way, we could keep it that one way or take it to gun play (Yah)

Let a nigga know, if we going to walk this dog (Uh)

If we ain't gon' talk at all (Come on)

Make a nigga have to, talk with the 4 (Eh), that's the only language you know

There you go, pop pop pop, now, there you go (Woo)

And I hate that I can see snakes clearly (Nah)

They don't even try to hide, it's like they be trying to get near me (Come on)

Most of y'all don't hear me, it's like I'm talking to myself (Ah ha)

These niggas so dumb, got me feeling like I'm talking for my health

Ain't like I'm talking for the wealth, 'cause there ain't no money in the truth (Ah ha)

Shit, I'll live this **** for real, y'all make it up in the booth (Oh)

'Till a nigga lose his tooth over some **** he didn't plan on

Wasn't prepare for, really couldn't stand on

**** it, turn the cam on, tie his feet and his hands up and watch him

I'll be back up with that heat to get his tan on

Now that's for ****ing with me, *gunshot* and that's for my dog

This because where you going you not gonna need that arm

The street's is talking, "Uh oh, there they come"

Thirsty for that blood (Redrum, redrum)

Do you know how it feels to be so mad you would kill?

Or to be so trapped when you scream your throat cuts like jagged pills?

And whenever you close your eyes everything inside you dies

And all the high's, crimes, and lies come alive, mutha****a

I swear that I can feel 'em ****ing with me (Why?)

Every night I feel 'em ****ing with me (Why?)

Please God tell these demons stop ****ing with me (Why?)

Every God damn night I feel 'em ****ing with me (Why?)

Please God

Hear me wit a feel of ugh