Give it to me right now But the devil said that he want my soul I’m a dirty mothafucka, a waste of life A waste of skin Wanna repent, don’t know where to begin Next of kin don’t give a damn 'bout me I know God don’t give a damn 'bout me People try but

The bartender said ya'll keep it down The party was goin' strong By the palm trees down at the tiki bar Right there in the Holidome We'd been sittin' there since happy hour Had the day off in Omaha And all those girls came in and they wanted to swim And

Metro Boomin said he got me, yeah All these rappers try to copy, yeah Stick to ice, don't play no hockey, yeah My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah I used to want

Another vice Another bed I shouldn't crawl out of At seven a.m. with shoes in my hand Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again Mmm, another vice Steady as a needle dropping on a vinyl Neon singer with a jukebox title full of heartbreak Thirty-three,

Caught up in this fucking rat trap (666) First the front then the backstab Keep trying to fuck me Now look you make me change to be ugly Me, I tell it like it is Mamma said baby you should never tell a fib Used to think you the fucking shit Not a friend,

Tell me why, haven't I heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell Invented a

I ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to cross My spirit is bent and there's blood on my hands The more I'm down, the less I understand Once so found, now so lost I once said If it's good Hands on the wheel All is straight ahead Left behind

Time is on my side, yes it is You'll come runnin' back to me, yeah Time, time, time is on my side, yes it is, I said Now you all were saying that you want to be free But you'll come runnin' back (I said you would baby) You'll come runnin' back (like I

Second floor of my hotel I'm rollin' up bout' to blaze It's on now To this Frankie Beverly and Mase As our days about to pass And our days in the past He said my mind free So my mind free at last

There goes the alarm Now he gotta getcha And there goes the alarm ringing in my head Like somebody said, "don't you trust him, no" Texting from his ex, what did you expect? Now you're lying here knowing where he goes Karma is a bitch, yeah Same way that