I Met The Devil In London

No, shawty, this is kinda freak
No, shawty, what-the-fuck you want from me?
Can’t eat, I’m feeling little weak
They all notice the gold on my wrist

Now I got a little problem in London
Now I have a losso of messages in my phone
Brain glow, now I understand at all
Why did you never return my calls?

You never returned my calls
No, I’m not ok, I’m going down
It’s the fucking underground
Bitches don’t like how this sounds
Now I’m breaking down

No chance for a win in this game
I’ll let the pride away
I’ll let rage away
Now you look at face
Now I change
And the devil is who you blame
You’re blind
You’re blind
You’re blind

No, shawty, this is kinda freak
No, shawty, what-the-fuck you want from me?
Can’t eat, I’m feeling little weak
‘cause’ they all notice the gold on my wrist

Now I got a little problem in London
Now I have lost messages in my phone
Brain glow, now I understand at all
Why did you never return my calls?