Tell the Devil
I Feel I've gone from red to black
Tell the devil
Tell the devil
Get off my back
I Tripped and fell and acted foolish
I think I'm done
But I'm still going through it
I think I'm done
But I'm still going through it...
I feel I'm going from Red to Amber
Don't let them think
You're just a number
Throw me a rope and get me outta here
The future ain't certain
And the devil's near
The future ain't certain
And the devil's always near...
I'm in my own time.
It's not goin right.
Can't seem to choose where my soul goes
Wrestle my own mind
Whether to hide or fight
So I'll find a way it's safe to go...
...And if the devil's not here
Then the devil don't know...
So now I skip from amber to green
Don't let the devil hear ya talkin too mean
I'm on my way and I'm getting ready
Don't let the devil hear ya walkin too steady
Don't let that f*cker hear ya walkin too steady...
Just when I think I'm clear and free
There stands the damn devil in front of me
He Tells me this
And he tells me that...
Guess I'll always have the er on my damn back
I guess the Devil's always gotta be on my back...
I make my own time, and it's goin alright,
Just have to trust where my soul goes
We're all flawed and fated, to feel related
And I really couldn't give a f*ck anymore...
...And I couldn't give a f*ck about the devil outside my door...
Copyright © Lucas Smith | Year Posted 2024
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