Lyrics:
hits the fan I won't change on my bros
Got homies that's straight up who live by the code
you
Got me dealing with the devil and that demon is you
Glue
My feelings are stuck on you but you
Push and pull look what you put me through
You
the talking
Never wanna listen
Till you end up missing
Snatched up by my henchmen
With a couple vixens
Pussy demolition
Running to the check
Thats the only
throats
That's it
Never tell me that popping pills is a bad habit
I wanna be in the grave being eaten by maggots
Fuck you I cannot stand these faggots
Throw
a birken bag
But shawty not worth the trouble I'm sayin
Hola que te llama, tell me what your name is
I don't want no drama, that's just how the game is
Take
But see none of it's for us
'Cause we're toughing it out here
Huddling for warmth
Dying to the cold
But at least we're being bold
That's what we tell
is where little blondes check-in their hat
Don't worry about where you were at
We took care of that
Mr driver is this my stop?
Mr driver tell me how
got my hand flaming walk thru hell with the head of satan & tell the most high
we heaven raising
Before the bombs get detonated for the treasure that
I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin' about half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
Hey, mister, can you tell me where
Prison walls all built from mistakes, the same ones that locked us in
No plans to stop the bleeding as the artery rips within
The devil fights the angel,
I can’t believe it
The state of my heart makes for unappealing reading
The livid demons await by my bedside in the morning
Calling for me to tell you
keep bumping your head, but you swear that you’re woke?
Man your eyes gotta be covered
How do you keep letting the devil just pull on your strings?
Man,
She tried to tell me
She ain't the type to stick around, no
She tried to save me
From what I'm feeling right now, yeah
But she looked like
screamin about the devil
I couldn't get any sleep
It was satan this and satan that
And my boss at work is a dirty rat
Some folks don't have much faith
I
My thought patterns are composed by a time-bomb for an author
Like pigs to the slaughter
A symphony of self doubt sings out
Breath starts getting
""Angel eyes and devil smile a hand to help another to defile holding firmly to what can't be held know the truth but you'll never tell some things
they want you to see
Are the ones that paint them righteously
Make em holier than water, holier than rain
Tell ya what is and what ain't insane
Blow,
creating poems
For immature brain cells, trapped in confusion, I ruin your mental
I sent that ass to Hell and tell the devil that I sent you
I react like
The kickback of the Smith & Wesson hard
Allah think that you a
Devil for ingesting lard
That's a part of every lesson
That he said to Fard
Vinnie never claimed
your life and still
Goin' out like Tookie
Imagine niggas talkin' shit when
They never knew me
Imagine a movie that depicted the
Pain in your life
Like
I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin' about half past dead;
I just need some place where I can lay my head
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where
sitting by a grave
When the Devil walked up to me
He said "for your soul
I'll give you rock n' roll
And that's all you'll ever need"
I've got nothing
he fuck that whore
He left you for
Get revenge
And by all means ask your nine year old daughter to choose between you
Don't stay friends
Now let her
the devil himself
Talk about wrong place at a wrong time
Story of my life, babe, is all I can tell
Kill city kid
All I got I had to steal
Had to run
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