I Met the Devil in Cape Town
Cold nights
Came with long days
Real pain made a heart ache
Oh my came along way
And it ain't fair what your God say
Don't you judge me for my wrong ways
I could find you in a dark place
I know everything you want babe
I can give it to you if you want babe
And I will never give it if you came and asked
You can talk that shit I'll never talk it back
I have something that you'll never have
I could never do it I could never crack
I been hearing shit that you will never know
For my best I keep it on the low
Too much character for me to show
You want me cause I fit the role
Shit
You want my soul, you want my soul, you want my soul yeah
You want my soul, you want my soul, you want my soul yeah
It's been four years
I been working hard
Blood sweat tears
Man I played the part
Trynna get the house
Trynna get the car
Trynna get it all just to prove em' wrong
Is it worth the soul?
I don't really know
Is it worth the gold?
I don't really show
I been on the road I been letting go
All I ever wanted was to let em' know
Damn
I been taking shots from the head down
Ain't no jokes when the man's down
You got blood on your hands now
That's gon' hurt when it gets out
Thought I'd quit In my last round
That you'd take what you want now
Thought I'd make you damn proud
I met the Devil in Cape Town
Cape Town
You want my soul, you want my soul, you want my soul yeah
But you wont get it though
I was down and now I'm up on you
Came with long days
Real pain made a heart ache
Oh my came along way
And it ain't fair what your God say
Don't you judge me for my wrong ways
I could find you in a dark place
I know everything you want babe
I can give it to you if you want babe
And I will never give it if you came and asked
You can talk that shit I'll never talk it back
I have something that you'll never have
I could never do it I could never crack
I been hearing shit that you will never know
For my best I keep it on the low
Too much character for me to show
You want me cause I fit the role
Shit
You want my soul, you want my soul, you want my soul yeah
You want my soul, you want my soul, you want my soul yeah
It's been four years
I been working hard
Blood sweat tears
Man I played the part
Trynna get the house
Trynna get the car
Trynna get it all just to prove em' wrong
Is it worth the soul?
I don't really know
Is it worth the gold?
I don't really show
I been on the road I been letting go
All I ever wanted was to let em' know
Damn
I been taking shots from the head down
Ain't no jokes when the man's down
You got blood on your hands now
That's gon' hurt when it gets out
Thought I'd quit In my last round
That you'd take what you want now
Thought I'd make you damn proud
I met the Devil in Cape Town
Cape Town
You want my soul, you want my soul, you want my soul yeah
But you wont get it though
I was down and now I'm up on you
Credits
Writer(s): Marco De Villiers
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