Lyrics I Met the Devil In London - Zago

No, shawty, this is kinda freak
No, shawty, what-the-fuck you want from me?
Can't eat, I'm feeling little weak
They all notice the gold on my wrist

Now I got a lil' problem in London
Now I have a loss of messages in my phone
Brain glow, now I understand at all
Why did you never return my calls?

You never returned my calls
No, I'm not ok, I'm going down
It's the fucking underground
Bitches don't like how this sounds
Now I'm breaking down

No chance for a win in this game
I'll let the pride away
I'll let rage away
Now you look it on my face
Now I changed
And the devil is who you blame
You're blind
You're blind
You're blind

No, shawty, this is kinda freak
No, shawty, what-the-fuck you want from me?
Can't eat, I'm feeling little weak
Cuz' they all notice the gold on my wrist

Now I got a lil' problem in London
Now I have loss of messages in my phone
Brain glow, now I understand at all
Why did you never return my calls?