Devil On My Shoulder
Hindsight's 20/20 mine's blind as fuck
Never look back just keep climbing up
You ain't gotta tell me that the climb was rough
I lost dimes to lust
And lines of dust
Friends come and go like they blow with the gust
And when memories fade they just burn in the dutch
Quick to hold a grudge I keep a burden with trust
'Cause stories tend to shift as you pop on the clutch
When I look right
I've got a devil on my shoulder
When I look left
He just jumps over
I feel the fire it is burning my face
And I pray to God it's not too late
I lost some good friends that used to crash at my home
And now I visit now and then to wipe the grass off the stone
I know that fucking casket's closed they shot up his dome
But I keep his thoughts in my head and his name in my phone
I know it's real easy to lose your poise but you can't
People try to change you like you're coins in a can
Life comes at you with its poisons at hand
And if you take them or not that's what makes you a man
When I look right
I've got a devil on my shoulder
When I look left
He just jumps over
I feel the fire it is burning my face
And I pray to God it's not too late
When I look right
I've got a devil on my shoulder
When I look left
He just jumps over
I feel the fire it is burning my face
And I pray to God it's not too late
Too late
Too late
Too late
Never look back just keep climbing up
You ain't gotta tell me that the climb was rough
I lost dimes to lust
And lines of dust
Friends come and go like they blow with the gust
And when memories fade they just burn in the dutch
Quick to hold a grudge I keep a burden with trust
'Cause stories tend to shift as you pop on the clutch
When I look right
I've got a devil on my shoulder
When I look left
He just jumps over
I feel the fire it is burning my face
And I pray to God it's not too late
I lost some good friends that used to crash at my home
And now I visit now and then to wipe the grass off the stone
I know that fucking casket's closed they shot up his dome
But I keep his thoughts in my head and his name in my phone
I know it's real easy to lose your poise but you can't
People try to change you like you're coins in a can
Life comes at you with its poisons at hand
And if you take them or not that's what makes you a man
When I look right
I've got a devil on my shoulder
When I look left
He just jumps over
I feel the fire it is burning my face
And I pray to God it's not too late
When I look right
I've got a devil on my shoulder
When I look left
He just jumps over
I feel the fire it is burning my face
And I pray to God it's not too late
Too late
Too late
Too late
Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Freeman, George Roberts, Jonathan O'neill, Benjamin Guiles, Tj Gioverelli
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