KYLE YOUNG - Met The Devil Last Month lyrics

rate me

I met the devil last month

and I cant shake the image from my head,

never this much have I

felt the way I feel today

feel my skin peel away

nothin’ feels real to me

redbull still awake

I just wanna have wings and grab things

Like a bag of weed, cash spree

Million dollar give away

Still a product in the race

Kill them all literally

You can’t fathom my life until its history

Write a book on Kyle’s hooks

Kyle is a beat

Grab a hearse this rapper’s verse,

Try it get deceased

My moms left when I was 6 months old

Tried to warm back up the flame

But the bitch got cold

So I sniff that snow

Hit that ‘dro

Drink until I’m shit-can blowed

I jus want some X-O’s

Fuck a tic-tac-toe

Imma spit that flow

Till I’m filthy stinkin’ rich

I resent that goal

Damn and I hit that ho

Bitch tried to run her mouth and her lip got swole (uh)

Yea that’s a chick I know,

Fat ass, big tits, and some sick ass dome

Funky little attitude so that shit must go

But I can make her toes curl, show the clit it’s role

I’m the shit and it shows

Belligerent independent, I’m a prick that flows

(chip on my shoulder)

in some hipster clothes

they use to call me white boy now I fit the mold

that’s some bullshit,

niggas do whatever the TV say

me, I invented the show

now excuse me for a moment while I clap for myself,

I met the devil last month and I asked him for help

now excuse me for a moment while I clap for myself,

I met the devil last month and I asked him for help