Everybody got their own demons Everybody fightin' their own war I can be an angel sometimes, I can be real fucked up I miss you only sometimes, I give you real tough love 'Cause I'm a devil with a halo, whoa-oh-oh Ever seen a devil with a halo? Ever seen

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a

Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc) Tell the boys I'll follow you Tell the boys their time is through I'll follow you 'Cause they got no heart You're my Joan of Arc When the boys are over you Mais ce n'est pas moi Joan, it's true

Oh baby, baby Show me, how you want it to be Tell me baby 'Cause I need to know now what we've got Hit me baby one more time How was I supposed to know That something wasn't right here I shouldn't have let you go

'Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time Ba-ba-ba-da-ba Oh, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die 'Cause I got me for life Oh I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba

Hey maestro expresso She gets the sun in the daytime Perfume in the dusk And she comes out in the night time With the honeysuckle musk Because she smells just like a rose And she tastes just like a peach She got me walking where the wildlife goes I'd do

My brothers said that I was rotten to the core I was the youngest child, so I got by with more I guess she was tired by the time I came along, she'd laugh until she cried I could do no wrong. She would always save me, because I was her baby I worked a

'cause if you want to run cool On heavy, heavy fuel If you want to run cool Yes if you want to run cool, you got to run Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for

'Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife

I'm not famous, no And I don't hate it, no Where my haters? I don't got 'em It don't matter what my name is I don't got one, I'm not famous, no 'Cause I'm not famous, no Paparazzi is at an all-time low You never heard of me