The Devil -

Clock strikes two, man I don’t know what to do

Shall I take that stop, shall I go on through

On the path, that leads to home

Or an app that makes sure I’ll roam

For a little while, crack a little smile

Get that style, some of the bros call wild

All the lights are red and attract

Like a magnet, a dragnet is swung

I’m kept

In tension, so tense

Believe something has got a hold of my pants

Invisible big hands, feeds a new plan

Transformed in flesh, see the b’s stand

Winking — let me think man

Soon as the five-fingerhand is pointed out

I comprehend who runs the joint and shouts

It’s the devil, again, again

A circle, cycle, spending more money on trifles

The devil is there to thumb up as approval

Choose and lose, for the bodies to perspire

Dizz those who are worn out like flat tires

No self control though, the remote is bold

All b’s in a fold, doin' what I’m told

Pick one, some way to trick one

Throw the bucks, it’s time to stick one

Don’t know the reason, get no thing done

Only lose some and don’t bring home the bacon

Feel frustration after this situation?

Blame it on the 666 sucker

He made me rock her