Lyrics Of the Devil - Wrekonize

God?
Is that it?
God?
What'd i tell you
Lemmie give you a little inside information
About god...
God likes so watch
Hes a prankster
Think about it
Speaking of the devil
I fell the spirits make me mellow
Jaundice khalifa
My style's black and yellow
Cadence is catered
Yours is section eight, ghetto
Lets get it straight
Im trying to push the same pedal
We're moving
I'm just trying to keep from falling on the track run
And for your amusement I'll be seducing your black swan
I won't be breathing long enough to stack bonds
Live fast die young and drink until the jacks gone
I make music for the fuck of it
Ever see a dollar I'll consider that some lucky shit
This aint 93 bitch
Labels are bombing and I'm Tyler Durden
Stackin' soap bars in my apartment
They
Throw genres an' sub genres on us
These dumb llamas obviously ain't born
To honour the future
Its a lottery we gamble it up and possibly
Ameture luck will probably spot cha'
Well probably
I speak in codes ho'
Kick some kinda cryptic
And my laundry often has the fresh smell of natural mystic
I walk miami like I own this motherfucker
Thats a joke my little brother
But don't take me for no sucker see
Cos mama didn't raise no fool
I may just chase my dreams
But i still make sure my plates full of food
And I suggest you chill and wait for the news
Cos I'll be goddamned if I'm slammed for the faith of the few
The devil won't go won't let me sleep
Im just tying to find a way back home
(Trying to find a way back home)
The devil won't go won't let me be
Its like he knows something I dont know
The devil won't go won't let me sleep
I'm just trying to find a way back home
The devil
Speaking of the devil
She probably hates me and my hellos
I stab someother tramp she want to stab me with stilettos
Give me a Disney break jepetto
High school fools actin' like monogamy's a medal
I'll stalk though like a lion
Hey gazello
Lets cut the talk and take a walk down to the bordello
We're only here once right pass me the jello
But don't be all surprised when in my eyes you see I've let go
I make music for the rebels
Ear drums bleeding red rum blame the trebel
Or blame the TRL fellows
The programmin' on repeat and when we sleep the feed us retro
Love the bacon and I'm stuffed with hatred
You've been tough and taken with our bluff its ancient
The games changed? That's an understatement
And if I'm not one of miamis' best out
Then I'm underrated
The devil won't go won't let me sleep
Im just tying to find a way back home
(Trying to find a way back home)
The devil won't go won't let me be
Its like he knows something I dont know
The devil won't go won't let me sleep
I'm just trying to find a way back home
The devil
And while your jumping from one foot go the next what's he doing?
He laughing his sick fucking ass off!
He's a tightass!
He's a sadist!
He's an absentee landlord!
Worship that?
Never!
I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began!
I've nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have!
I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Cos I never rejected him!
In spite of all his imperfections, I'm a fan of man!
A humanist
Maybe the last humanist
Who in there right mind could possibly deny that the 20th century was entirely mine?!