The Devil Believes in You
I got seven and a half grams and I just bought it
Got a lighter in my hand and a raw in my pocket
Yeah I don't smoke swishers but I'll never turn it down
If you hand it my way when you passing it around
Took half of a tab now I'm laying on the ground
I hear Lucy's voice when I am peak-bound
We just three little white boys sitting in a tree
S-M-O-K-I-N-G
On the bubonic chronic that's stronger than gin and tonic
Hit you faster than sonic. Yeah that shit be atomic
Like an avalanche. Yeah that shit be plunderphonic
Like the black keys. Yeah that shit be pentatonic
And get on your knees and you'll see that it's true
Yeah you may not believe in the devil but the devil believes in you
You's a fool bullshit is what you really made of
And you know that so fuck you and everything you love
Ain't getting no bitches, ain't making no money
Ran out of birthday wishes and it ain't even funny
But who needs all that when you smoking on some bud
All this hoes ain't loyal dragging my name thru the mud
You look at my life and say I ain't got no luck
But who needs all that when I don't give a fuck
Your bitch ass should get run over by a truck
Your bitch ain't home cause all she do is suck
Bands and bars for fucking days
Kush so good we in a haze
Light that shit up we getting blazed
Fuck with me, you getting tased
It's the end of the verse, got do another bar
It's the end of the day, gotta take another bar
Knock me out as the lads go far
And I wake up in Germany in a random fucking bar
Got a lighter in my hand and a raw in my pocket
Yeah I don't smoke swishers but I'll never turn it down
If you hand it my way when you passing it around
Took half of a tab now I'm laying on the ground
I hear Lucy's voice when I am peak-bound
We just three little white boys sitting in a tree
S-M-O-K-I-N-G
On the bubonic chronic that's stronger than gin and tonic
Hit you faster than sonic. Yeah that shit be atomic
Like an avalanche. Yeah that shit be plunderphonic
Like the black keys. Yeah that shit be pentatonic
And get on your knees and you'll see that it's true
Yeah you may not believe in the devil but the devil believes in you
You's a fool bullshit is what you really made of
And you know that so fuck you and everything you love
Ain't getting no bitches, ain't making no money
Ran out of birthday wishes and it ain't even funny
But who needs all that when you smoking on some bud
All this hoes ain't loyal dragging my name thru the mud
You look at my life and say I ain't got no luck
But who needs all that when I don't give a fuck
Your bitch ass should get run over by a truck
Your bitch ain't home cause all she do is suck
Bands and bars for fucking days
Kush so good we in a haze
Light that shit up we getting blazed
Fuck with me, you getting tased
It's the end of the verse, got do another bar
It's the end of the day, gotta take another bar
Knock me out as the lads go far
And I wake up in Germany in a random fucking bar
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Writer(s): Ethan Wheeler
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