SPEAKS - The Devil Made Me Do It

All along the highway
I can see the signs
They always tryna warn me
Of my demise
Somewhere deep out in the woods
That's where the devil hides
I could see his eyes glowing in between the trees and they looked like mine
He reached out his hand
As the mountain lions cried
You can hear his voice hidden in the wind echo through the pines
He told me I could change the world
Then he laid on his bed of lies
I watched him flip the hourglass upside down as he said "Time flies"
Now I don't know when the devil's gonna check on me
I don't know if I am on my last grain
I walk through the fire and I feel no pain
The call of an owl, it's off in the distance
I wonder if it can hear me
I tried to call back but I got no response
The devil don't stray too far
He sits and waits closeby
Near you, near me
Til he gets what he wants
How did this happen?
How did this happen?
I held up my side of the deal, were you cappin'?
I hope I was dreaming or maybe imagined that I sold my soul to this devilish dragon
How did this happen?
I look back at my choices and damn they look tragic
The biggest mistake that I ever did make was to tell myself:
"Jake, you can make it by rappin"
The fuck do y'all want from me? Honestly, talk to me
I could be making a song about trappin'
I mean I sold like a dub or two of weed in high school
But that's it, I don't think the feds tappin'
I could boast on some bullshit about all my bitches
They bouncin' with big booties clappin'
But that ain't me though
The devil went and cursed me with a sweet flow
Like watch this, I'm going back in
Bitch, I'm hotter than the thought of your momma eating a jalapeno popper that she bought from a sauna in Guatemala
And I'm harder than a lot of the frauds that got all the commas
Gotta bottle all my problems I coddle with marijuana
And I got a lot of pot, man I thought it was terra cotta
If my come-up was a product, it's Prada or Ferragamo
I was brought up by my momma, my father was there for nada
He's the reason why I'm fuckin' terrified to bear a daughter
Bitch, I'm poppin' like a collar or poppin' like I'm a bottle
Or I'm poppin' like you went and microwaved an empanada
I've been living by my own advice, I'm doing what I wanna
I don't pray to God, I pray to my medulla oblongata
Saw the face of death, and I knew that I'll live, no kalamata
All they do is run their mouth and I don't cope with yada yada
What you wanna do? You wanna go and throw with all the drama?
I'mma bury man low and call it Copacabana, see?
Tryna make y'all get the picture quick, flash-photography
Tryna get a lot of money fast, hit the lottery
They don't go hard as me
But they gon see L's, ay why?
Cuz they doin' pottery
They wanna walk on me like I'm the spot that Harry Potter sleep
But honestly, they talk to me like I'm an an-anomaly
An-an-an-anemone? Nemo had to follow me
I'm so drippin' wet, he be like "Yo, dawg where the water be?"
Hello Mr. Carter, can you re-release Tha Carter III?
If it ain't no bother please, could you go an honor me
With a bonus song and then that song, it would be starring SPEAKS?
Maybe then, these label exec's would all try to target me
I got one response for anybody tryna bark at me
I'm getting on your nerves and then I'm cutting all your arteries
The devil doesn't bother me, I know there is a God in me
You wanna see his face? Then go and give me a lobotomy
Man, that would test your theology
My demons, they beckon and call on me
I sold my soul as an accident cuz I didn't read the rest of the policy
That shit was at best a robbery
Now he just messes and taunts with me
He said it with stress when he talked to me
Told me the devil accepts no apology

Written by:
Jacob Brewer

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