Текст песни Dead End - yung maou

One, two, three, four
A few things that I wanna do
Five, six, seven, eight
The devil who decides my fate
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Inside head this where I lost myself
(I lost myself, I lost myself)
I rambled on some Denji shit, is where I've been right now
Balenciaga Couture is what I'm wearing now
Yamamoto Pants I feel like I gotta sell them now
Don't say my name like that, you can just call me "maou"

"Where you wanna go?"
Belonging to the top!
"What're you heading for?"
A bunch of closing doors!
"You'd do it for the fame?"
I love it for the fame!
"You'd do it for the fame?"
I hate it for the fame!
"Where you wanna go?"
Belonging to the top!
"What're you heading for?"
A bunch of closing doors!
"You'd do it for the fame?"
I love it for the fame!
"You'd do it for the fame?"
I hate it for the fame!

I wonder if my letter, collided with the bar?
No Fendi shit, rock Prada devil shit for the flow
Would I pack the devil? I gotta tell him no
But I told Beelzebub about my plan to make it far
The view on making money on a flow
Spending money on the go
By the day, and up with more than started yesterday
He told me, the plans he made were fair
Mephisto was his name. I knew that shit before

"Where you wanna go?"
Belonging to the top!
"What're you heading for?"
A bunch of closing doors!
"You'd do it for the fame?"
I love it for the fame!
"You'd do it for the fame?"
I hate it for the fame!
"Where you wanna go?"
Belonging to the top!
"What're you heading for?"
A bunch of closing doors!
"You'd do it for the fame?"
I love it for the fame!
"You'd do it for the fame?"
I hate it for the fame!

He gave me a lot
Did he send you a letter?
Hasn't he contacted you at all?