| Too much of anything’ll kill ya
|
| We do what we want to do when home gets too familiar
|
| Drink like a Russian, eat like a glutton
|
| Bang a different slut but hell, it don’t mean nothin'
|
| Put the music on, dance, who you answer to? |
| Damn it you
|
| If you believe then stop it less you plan to be flammable
|
| You find a tramp stamp, and plant one off in her mandibles
|
| And open up a can on her and hope she’s a cannibal
|
| Well (And) I feel no consequence with you
|
| (Rap) be no competition with
|
| (Offish) niggas is wishin' to switch into your position (Okay)
|
| And I’m hopin' that it ain’t so
|
| Cause if it’s fiery pits below, I ain’t tryin' to go
|
| See I don’t mean to live my life this way
|
| Like my granny used to say
|
| It’s just the devil, baby
|
| And I don’t mean to do the things I do
|
| What done gotten into you?
|
| It’s just the devil, baby
|
| I smoke, I drink, I do too much
|
| I act like I don’t give a (hey!, hey!)
|
| Stop me from my wicked ways and turn my life around
|
| I just wanna party, I don’t wanna go down, down, down
|
| Yeah, Kali the ticket to kick it
|
| But I party with the Nina he ain’t got many limits
|
| And as a youngster I used to know Nathan (Nathan)
|
| Now I don’t go as hard on the liquor, and I cut back on the bacon
|
| But I’m quick to anger, I feel like the Coathanga Strangla
|
| And I’m hanging with gangbangers a lot
|
| Tryna maintain me to make it to Shangri-La
|
| With a life full of fun, with a knife and a gun
|
| For the lives of my wife and my son
|
| And I might be the one
|
| To warn ya, maybe too late, nothing I can do for ya (Okay)
|
| Kali’s a misfit, hang with nitwit nimrods
|
| They kiss lips, dick on thin broads
|
| They work in strip clubs and serve drinks with they bras on
|
| Get out or go down (down), with gasoline draws off
|
| See I don’t mean to live my life this way
|
| Like my granny used to say
|
| It’s just the devil, baby
|
| And I don’t mean to do the things I do
|
| What done gotten into you?
|
| It’s just the devil, baby
|
| I smoke, I drink, I do too much
|
| I act like I don’t give a (hey!, hey!)
|
| Stop me from my wicked ways and turn my life around
|
| I just wanna party, I don’t wanna go down, down, down
|
| I got lots of mischief in my pocket
|
| Flocks of bitches quick to jock it
|
| Optimistic with the thought they hopping this
|
| The wicked bosses, often lifted, it’s the saucy
|
| Lost in this shit, just get off it
|
| In the hottest pits he walk it
|
| I miss Molly
|
| I can feel it in my body
|
| I’ve been giving the women
|
| The venom within 'em
|
| A nigga just wanna parlay
|
| Guess my life is awkward, drunk fucking like clock work
|
| Hand right up a fox skirt, always on a twat search
|
| But I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna
|
| They say I’mma keep living this way, then I’m a goner
|
| But if they take my soul, then I go, below
|
| I take the Devil’s bitches, then I stick it in her hole
|
| See I don’t mean to live my life this way
|
| Like my granny used to say
|
| It’s just the devil, baby
|
| And I don’t mean to do the things I do
|
| What done gotten into you?
|
| It’s just the devil, baby
|
| I smoke, I drink, I do too much
|
| I act like I don’t give a (hey!, hey!)
|
| Stop me from my wicked ways and turn my life around
|
| I just wanna party, I don’t wanna go down, down, down |