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letra de devils advocate - trent vine

roll up to the party, wrist are icy, gotta bag of snow
boyfies feeling nervous cuz i party like i’m post malone
i never need no body cuz i always got my bag of gold
when i make my decisions i don’t need no f-cking hand to hold, yeah

you ain’t gonna use it you lose it, ay
my b-tch she bad and she boojiе, ay
while i be grinding you snoozing, ay
we in thе whip and we cruzing, ay
don’t need no b-tch imma prove it, ay
don’t need no sleep i’m won’t lose my day
i’m watching my homies just fade away
i do not regret words that i say

you won’t catch me f-cking round with you
i got better things that imma do
blaming me for sh-t that’s wrong with you
doin me better then you do you too
i get it
if a moments sweet then i wreck it
my mind is far too eclectic
think that you know me forget it
think sh-t is right cuz you said it
your sh-t is right where i left it
throw me your problems pathetic
wait for the shadows to set in
im trying to be sympathetic i shoot and i get it i don’t trust no body a bit of a sceptic, i tell the whole story i don’t need to edit, go tell all your bullsh-t to people on reddit
devil on my shoulder cuz i’m am his advocate, don’t wanna keep up don’t know what ya standard is, f-ck all your feeling you’re the one who let em in, make sure you say the same sh-t you said to him

it was an accident
talk about after it
after i master it
never immaculate
sitting in the back with my pad just
packing a bag of hits
followed by the people
who said that i wasn’t half of it
act a bit
when you see my face i’m the happiest
voices yelling in my head they
screaming like an activist
never pick up the phone like i’ll
never go and answer it
why was i the one living inside of an accident, d-mn

i’m sippin on a whisky glass half full up of feelings
voices pour out from the bottle while i look up at the ceiling
they’re telling me to burn down all my bridges i don’t need em
breathing in all of the smoke with all the hearts that i’ve been stealing
and i know my heart is cold
and i’m better off alone
lost my soul out on the road
so don’t go through my phone
now that i’m stuck on dry land i don’t need to pretend give a f-ck if you don’t hear the words that i’m sayin
im under the ground while you hoping and praying
he don’t see like 5 people holding your hand
making em feel like they some kind of man. while your boy back at home got your feet in the sand
the devil and me yea we both got a plan yea i give it 3 weeks for the truth to present

so go tell your therapist that it’s not your fault and it’s his
we got room under ground for any b-tch any of her friends
lucifer fl!cks his wrist now you goin over the edge again, the bottom of the flames that started up inside your own head

b-tches come and go tell everybody they an angel, but you’re f-cken with the devil cuz you got no heart see though
spread your wings just so dat she can have a problem with your ego, son the moral of the story is that every b-tch is evil

- trent vine

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