Travis Barker, Slaughterhouse - Devil's Got a Hold lyrics

[Travis Barker, Slaughterhouse - Devil's Got a Hold lyrics]

I tossed I turn, can't sleep at night
I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite
It seems that I can’t win this fight
Hands together
If you there tell ‘em leave me alive
Devil's got a hold of me
Devil's got a hold of me
Devil's got a hold of me
(Devil's got a hold of me)

Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat
He hates when I’m writing so
The thing on my nightstand
Start ringing and lighting up
Vibrating and all that
I don’t wanna sell no more crack
I just wanna go perform at
The biggest place in the world cause
I’m dope like them four packs
Sitting in on my windowsill
Making sure everything stays on chill
Right shoulder wearing all white
Saying "Joe chill"
Left shoulder wearing red saying
"pay yo bills" so that raw metaphor
That I thought of before
I don’t remember no more
Cause I just ran out the door to
Meet a fiend by the store
And I heard "So you off touring?"
I turn and seen his whore
That I used to fiend for that
Ain't never let me score
Looking at me like I’m something
She ain't never ever saw
So a one-hour run somehow
Turned into twenty-four
Wifey callin’, I hit ignore
My priorities is poor, listen Lord

I tossed I turn, can't sleep at night
I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite
It seems that I can’t win this fight
Hands together
If you there tell ‘em leave me alive
Devil's got a hold of me
Devil's got a hold of me
Devil's got a hold of me
(Devil's got a hold of me)

My life is like a box of chocolates
I work hard for it plus I am awkward, uh
I am an addict’s son
Plus I am an addict son!
I am an AK addict, uh, Travis drums
I am the lead done factor
That's why I got an edge on rappers
I am redrum backwards
I see your crew and get deep
So you can respect it, jump me
I signed a deal with my maker
Satan’s my record company
I got a K canon, I buy chinchillas
My bitches rocking luci-furr after
They say Tannon
Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon
The coupe look just like yogurt
I fly I ain't landing
I am the bank bandit, I got a buying problem
I goes in and walk out with all
The money but I ain't rob ‘em

I tossed I turn, can't sleep at night
I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite
It seems that I can’t win this fight
Hands together
If you there tell ‘em leave me alive
Devil's got a hold of me
Devil's got a hold of me
Devil's got a hold of me
(Devil's got a hold of me)

I’m talking, I’m talking
He talks, I listen, GPS on my position
Just living
Just hanging out with the opposition
Can’t take the heat
Get the fuck out the kitchen
Stupid, y'all, think it was just me
I belong in prison crazy by my own admission
On a mission to grab a podium
Let me tell the public
That I’m self-destructive, I ain't
Looking for no help, fuck it
Look for a way to get high, I’m still alive
6 million ways to die and still
A few more left to try
'til my face is red boy, pills in us
Still a slight menace
We just going back and forth feeling
Like tennis standing underneath rain
What are we sayin’
Friends and family wanted me to change
But it's too late cause my feet
Is getting comfy on the flames, check it
I don’t wanna be another nigga with
No gold, no fame, success, nigga, no hope
Sleep in the corner in Soho, my uppers down
It's no dough
Fuck it they ain't put me under yet
Think what you wish I ain't got one regret

I tossed I turn, can't sleep at night
I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite
It seems that I can’t win this fight
Hands together
If you there tell ‘em leave me alive
Devil's got a hold of me
Devil's got a hold of me
Devil's got a hold of me
(Devil's got a hold of me)

My automobile is not a Bentley
He knows that my pockets empty
The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me
Standing on the block
You should not offend me
I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi
I don’t think the spirit of God is in me
Just wicked whispers of scriptures
Satan is narrating i heard you got a safe in
Your crib so I’m there waiting
Nobody safe in your crib
When I’m in that staircase I’m bare-faced
Possessed by what you possess
I’m hell raising and I just left somebody’s
Father a quadriplegic
Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt
He did not believe it
He’s losing blood and I’m cold
Blooded like I’m anemic
I need a doctor I’m psychotic maybe
I should watch The Secret
Or see a Priest and I might just chill
Or will I blow ‘em outta the
Confession booth like on Righteous Kill
Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will
I hope I seek some forgiveness
Cause my life was real

Devil's got a hold of me
De-de-devil's got a hold of me
Devil's got a hold of me
Devil-de-de-devil's got a hold of me

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