Spose - Devil's Game lyrics
[Spose - Devil's Game lyrics]
Yeah, nickels please
Yeah can I get a Heineken? Thank you
World cup on the flat screen silent
Chips stacked up like a castle on an island
(Stacked) mustard colored nickels
Winning so I'm feeling like I'm all that
A bag of chips plus a couple pickles
Aroma of tobacco in the chamber
As the slot machines babble
Out in eastern Pennsylvania
I started out with two Franklin's
I'm up to eight but
Old Asian lady next to me too much makeup
I look away, never envision the wheel
But my number kept falling like
Drunk bitches in heels (Twenty nine)
See I don't change, I always stay the same
Since this Russian chick in Cleveland told
Me it's the Devil's game
I had past bummers but made cash from it
Since last summer betting only black numbers
Today's no different, so I'm sticking with it
(Sticking with it)
Black 29, hit twice, magnificent
I shoulda colored out but kept
Playing like a idiot
Castle started crumbling
I'm playing just the minimum
Two, red kept falling like a bloodbath
Down to just a hundred so
I'm plotting on a comeback
Dude sit's next to me, he lights a Camel
Exhales the smoke in my face
And on my flannel
What kind of douche motherfucker is this?
So I'm plotting on his death
As I pepper my chips
My number hit's
But he's smoking in my grill piece
I hate cigarettes even though I
Smoke the ill weed (Smoke the ill weed)
I'll place one more bet and then color out
My triumph quickly turned into a bummer now
The number falls, red 21 fuck
I've been here before
But the dealer put the marker
On 18 by mistake
And then she cleared the board
I didn't have chips on either square
So I started bouncing
But the cigarette dude winks
And makes an announcement
He's like, "yo, that's not fair
You put the marker on 18
That's the wrong square
You already wiped away the chips from 21
But me and this guy had the
Chips stacked to the sun" (We did)
He's pointing at me
The dealer says "oh shit"
She got no way to verify, so we both hit
I started five to one, each on five mix
That's the grip equivalent to Pringles
Truck full of chips (Stack 'em up)
I gave him daps, bounced
That's just the predicate
Then me and Jay Caron drove to Connecticut
Yeah can I get a Heineken? Thank you
World cup on the flat screen silent
Chips stacked up like a castle on an island
(Stacked) mustard colored nickels
Winning so I'm feeling like I'm all that
A bag of chips plus a couple pickles
Aroma of tobacco in the chamber
As the slot machines babble
Out in eastern Pennsylvania
I started out with two Franklin's
I'm up to eight but
Old Asian lady next to me too much makeup
I look away, never envision the wheel
But my number kept falling like
Drunk bitches in heels (Twenty nine)
See I don't change, I always stay the same
Since this Russian chick in Cleveland told
Me it's the Devil's game
I had past bummers but made cash from it
Since last summer betting only black numbers
Today's no different, so I'm sticking with it
(Sticking with it)
Black 29, hit twice, magnificent
I shoulda colored out but kept
Playing like a idiot
Castle started crumbling
I'm playing just the minimum
Two, red kept falling like a bloodbath
Down to just a hundred so
I'm plotting on a comeback
Dude sit's next to me, he lights a Camel
Exhales the smoke in my face
And on my flannel
What kind of douche motherfucker is this?
So I'm plotting on his death
As I pepper my chips
My number hit's
But he's smoking in my grill piece
I hate cigarettes even though I
Smoke the ill weed (Smoke the ill weed)
I'll place one more bet and then color out
My triumph quickly turned into a bummer now
The number falls, red 21 fuck
I've been here before
But the dealer put the marker
On 18 by mistake
And then she cleared the board
I didn't have chips on either square
So I started bouncing
But the cigarette dude winks
And makes an announcement
He's like, "yo, that's not fair
You put the marker on 18
That's the wrong square
You already wiped away the chips from 21
But me and this guy had the
Chips stacked to the sun" (We did)
He's pointing at me
The dealer says "oh shit"
She got no way to verify, so we both hit
I started five to one, each on five mix
That's the grip equivalent to Pringles
Truck full of chips (Stack 'em up)
I gave him daps, bounced
That's just the predicate
Then me and Jay Caron drove to Connecticut