Lyrics The Devil - Cook Thugless

I thought I wasn't the devil
But I woke up with these horns on my head, uh
In the morning, At least I'm not dead
I thought that one day my life might not be so disheveled
But someone handed me the shovel
I guess I better dig
I thought I wasn't the devil
But I woke up with these horns on my head (He he he he he he)
In the morning, At least I'm not dead
I thought that one day my life might not be so disheveled
But someone handed me the shovel
I guess I better dig

God dear god I'm in a hole
Howling at the moon
I can't stop writing to save my soul
I been digging, I been chasing gold
But when I thought I hit the jackpot all I found was bones
This this this again
All my friends is dead
None of this moving a heart of stone
I see images, visions enter and I need an excorsist
I live in a mole
Quick someone sedate him
But I can't start raging I'm fine
I'm putting it all on the line with this hand
Either way, I was born to be a dead man

I thought I wasn't the devil
But I woke up with these horns on my head (He he he he he he)
In the morning, At least I'm not dead (Aaaah!)
I thought that one day my life might not be so disheveled
But someone handed me the shovel
I guess I better dig
I thought I wasn't the devil (Thought I wasn't him)
But I woke up with these horns on my head (He he he he he he)
In the morning, At least I'm not dead (Aaaah!)
I thought that one day my life might not be so disheveled (One day, one day)
But someone handed me the shovel
I guess I better dig

One day, I'mma get myself straight
But it seems the only place I can afford is my grave
I'mma have to die somewhere else though
'Cuz in this shithole rent go up like hell froze (Whoo)
I move like a tortoise (Heeehh) I got rigormortis (Hyah)
And when I grew up I found out that my mama actually got me aborted (What?)
So that's where they grabbed my unborn shit
My fetus was thrown in with the rubble
Until I opened my eyes, and then I crawled out of the gutter
He's alive
Bitch try and kill me now
Lord I've tried so hard, oh godamn (Godamn)
I was dead 'fore I even began

I thought I wasn't the devil (Thought I wasn't him)
But I woke up with these horns on my head (He he he he he he)
In the morning, At least I'm not dead (Aaaah!)
I thought that one day my life might not be so disheveled (One day, one day)
But someone handed me the shovel
I guess I better dig