Lyrics:
I'm pullin' for you
(Don't you owe me) Your soul and if you know it wont
(Show me, show me) You can see me if you look above the
(Clouds) You're
useful to him
Mother
Patience, Gustave, first I must find the stage manager
My dressing room, the musical director
Then we'll go look for our friend
to impress Jesus Christ
Thanks Satan
Thank you Lucifer
Sold my soul
And now I’m cooler
Thanks Satan
Thank You Baphomet
Sold my soul
And I don’t want it back
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
just look at me
Apparently
It made me the opposite
I don't have a single enemy
Except for myself on occasion
Those kids, they really profited
I remember
repression
If you don't do it for yourself
Than do it for the kids
They got a life to live
Some Mountains
And a light to give
Why don't they wanna see my smile
the daily news, it's the daily satanical supplement
Cause they don't deal with holy testaments just war and pestilence
Can I get a witness I don't need one
I'm lonely, singing
Please, please, don't take
Please, please, don't take
Please, please, don't take
Please, don't take me back
Please, oh please, don't
my time
It do not matter
I can find one way badder
She calling me Lucifer Lucifer
After all I spent on her
Don’t want catastrophes
Don’t want problems
what to say and I
Don't know how to act, act, Act
Posted up with Scruff
You better run this back
I don't want friends anyways
It's alright when I pull
you run no don't look back
Cuz the second our eyes cross paths, nigga your cranium getting detached
Just relax, think about just like tag your it, 1v1
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
Lucifer's friend
Fear and fright since yesterday night
The little man knocked at my window
The hour he'd want but he had to run
But he'll be
pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas with the bank roles (look at the grill
you bugged
Really y'all, this shit is all out of whack
You can go out at night yet you won't come back
And this verse that I'm kickin' some might
her eyes reflecting Lucifer's evil twin
Verse One:
Help me lord I'm headed toward a broken-heart-attack, I took the wrong damn turn and I don't wanna
space
My thoughts heavy like a thousand tons
Heart beatin' like the sound
Of a thousand drums
I put my head back and look at the sky
Take a minute
the Yellow-Eyed Demon
But now Pop's gone me and Sam by ourselves
Demon Blood send em back to hell don't need spells
Yeah got killed by Lillith's hellhounds
But I'm
back
And smile in your face while you're kickin' shit
They run back talking that and this and that is why I
Don't do social circles
I just do dots
flight
That's right
You know friends don't let friends drink alone
Gotta have a little help to get that memory gone
If you're gonna make a bad
come through with my Spaceship
When you finna see me don't say shit
Run the mic like Jason
I'm that nigga you can't play with
Lucifer
I'm more like
it's not goodbye
Don't look back at this time as a time of heartbreak and distress
Remember me, remember me, 'cause I'll be with you in your dreams
Hooo.
look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay
Tonight I'll see Lucifer
I want to be blessed
By the ancient wolf
And by its squire
Armed with a violin
And with the ancient music
That the ear
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