Danny! - Evil lyrics
rate me[Hook: Gavin Castleton]Evil, I feel the sickness running under my skinFather, when I get up to heaven, gonna let me inPeople who judge me, but I know they haven't been where I've beenI know the day's gonna come when I've gotta repentBut until then, I just keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin'[Verse 1: Danny! ]I keep on runnin'But I don't know where I am goin'The shit is just mind-blowin'Surrounded by circus clowns and I'm sick of the pie-throwin'Ridiculous, I ain't knowin'Where to locate my sanenessOoops, I meant to say sanity, Danny is brainlessOoops, I meant to pray near this canopy bedToo bad there's too many hookers layin' in it, Danny is shamelessYou lames just shuck and jive like Andy and AmosCo-signed by two giants, y'all still don't know who D. Swain is?I'm sayin'[Hook][Verse 2: Danny! ]Was thought to be a pleasant guy my entire lifeBut somethin' snapped in me, nowadays I ain't wired rightParanoia got me feelin' like I'mma die tonightSomebody gon' merk the kidFor all of the dirt I didI swear I'm only human, but I'mOne step away before the evil consumes himEngraved in his tomb, with a reputation in ruinsY'all know the dealI act aloof to hide that I'm real scaredThought I outran my demons, rear-view mirror, they still there[Hook][Bridge: Gavin Castleton]You wanna criticize meBut yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)You wanna crucify meBut yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)You wanna hold down me, I swearDon't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)You wanna pop shit at meBut yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)Only God can judge me[Hook]Sometimes I feel like doin' a beatSometimes I don'tSometimes I feel like movin' my feetSometimes I don'tSometimes I feel like doin' a beatSometimes I don'tSometimes we make you move ya feetSometimes we don't[Verse 3: Danny! ]I'm evil than a motherfuckerFuck yeah I claim it, come and see me you motherfuckersI walk the line between a saint and a sinner, niggaWe're all the same, you think we ain't? Guess again, my niggaCame to the game, stole a loaf of bread to feed myselfRead 'tween the lines, it paid off, now my records sellI got the feeling that you're tryin' to judge me, wellH-E-L-L, y'all can go to hellE-V-I, LSometimes I feel like doin' a beatSometimes I don'tSometimes I feel like movin' my feetSometimes I don'tSometimes I feel like doin' a beatSometimes I don'tSometimes we make you move ya feetSometimes we don't[Hook][Outro: Amber Tamblyn]Father forgive meI'm not the daughter I should beNow he's in a coffin off Grand StreetShould've kept his hands off me
