Eleven Eleven - Devil's Dance (Radio Edit)

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Drop it, low, I've got something you wanna know
Pull you close, secret that can't leave the coast
Bossy the bossy, flossy a lot
Poppy, meet me in the lobby
I've got something that's not in the shops
I've got the drop like fire, stop, drop and roll
It's deep within my soul
Freezing cold ice twice the size
Villain in disguise, sick of lies
Flies on the wall, plotting, scheming
to take it all, I want it all
They say big guys fall harder, so I'm the go-harder
Smarter with my soul chartered
No father, so it makes my soul darker, but sharper
They flock like pigeons when they scarper
No future, see my vision
Trauma-created division
Them feelings, they're departed, head on collision
Perception is the difference, I'm out here living
Still celebrating, thanks for the giving
Gifted from above with a touch of love
Holy water with a rose, I suppose, as I sit in my dark clothes
Who knows the way the story goes
Who knows the way the story gets exposed
I'm playing with egos
Nowadays it's not what you know, it's who you know but you know, how the story goes
Friends to frenemies, enemies turn to friends
Change the scope, change the lens
I've got the long, dark trench coat
Some suede loafs with the ting poking through the clothes
Life decision might have you missing
Might have the boys quizzing
Fishin the mission, cut through with position
Keep digging, I'ma keep living
Bopping on the rhythm, wisdom with diligence
Intelligence with relevance
At a glance I can see, the devil once danced with me
As plain as I can see, I can be what I wanna be
Lead with strength, whisper in the ear to repent
Fighting for the hard times we spent
I'm coming for my rent, full vent, full gas mode
Bursting, about to explode
Now the lights showed, I'm here like I never left
Sweat, tears and scars on my chest
I'm the best with it, special visit
Now they're talking about P Diddy did it
Exposed lies, and the truth they devised
To conquer and disguise the top guys
Who am I
What do I know
All at the desk on blow
Talkin like they never know
When will they all get exposed
Talking like they never know
Talking like they never know

Written by:
Tyrone Forbes

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