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brett michael - darker days lyrics
“h-llo brett michael, as you already know my name’s satan and i’m reading you’re application and i like what i’m seeing but let’s just start this interview by telling me how you feel”
“well, my real friends don’t know how to look at me, say that i’ve been acting kind of strange, telling beautiful b-tches to step their game up, cause they ain’t in my target range. i’m wandering the streets alone, i’m tryna find my d-mn self. at this rate i swear to god ill sell my f-cking soul if it means i’ll get that d-mn wealth. money, b-tches, power, f-ck it, make it rain (ella, ella, ay, ay, ay), n’ to all you artists they the same, but to me it means getting momma up out the hood, switch that cool-aid over to champange, open up the fridge, that b-tch fully loaded, yeah, and you know the maserati too. i let her l!ck the lollipop, whip candy coated, lake side log cabin dripping paint too. what would you do if your brother stuck repeating tenth grade, mom addicted to the white, kkk, like the powder, not the real sh-t, half my family probably deal sh-t, if you hungry why the f-ck wouldn’t you steal sh-t, i been living and learning, it’s a cold world so to stay warm i make sure that my soul’s burning (that can be arranged), but that’s how i’m feeling anyways, drink until i f-cking blackout on my henny ways. people using petty ways to make advances, in the moonlight me and satan sharing dances, funny how it’s feeling like he’s leading cause the futune and the fame just give me something to believe in and i’m running out of time cause he cut me and i’m bleeding and i’m needing my friends and family to come support cause the clock is f-cking running and this country is my court, f-ck the game without protection, sp-wn of satan don’t abort, i know some sh-t that could make you sh-t yourself, what people really do to get the wealth, but i swore i’d never tell a soul (awh, come on now) i swore i’d never sell me soul (hahaha) i love my mom but i had dreams of shooting her, looking up for answers and only heard lucifer.” “brett michael let your story be told, hand over that precious soul of yours and i promise you gold, boy, more gold than you could ever imagine, beautful b-tches, the best drugs you’ve ever seen, all yours, just sign right here, in blood, in l-st, in p-ssion for power, in greed.” “i mean i guess.”
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