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Joe Budden ft. Crooked I – Devil In My Room Lyrics

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Joe Budden ft. Crooked I – Devil In My Room Lyrics

Last night I heard a voice say I’ll be getting it my own way I think I’m 
falling of the deep end so I haven’t been sleepin’ Last night I heard a voice 
in my head Said it’s an emergency, said he had some work for me

He said fuck the world or maybe he said it in jest I told him that I 
already did multiple times Truthfully I wasn’t never impressed But to 
contradict that matter again To the point where nothing matters again More 
money, more problems, more cases, more lawyers involved And more fame just 
means more paranoia involved I done made friends, lost friends, same 
hour Tried to use my troops as a means to gain power Uh, same tricks, same 
cowards Why I be like fuck any nigga that ain’t ours Never slipping, never 
threatened I think they forgetting for a second non-fiction ain’t a 
weapon Thoughts could be hypnotic, nah, just neurotic Called oft 
psychotic, floored by off logic, but I got this

CHORUS: Last night I saw the devil sitting in my room And we greeted 
with a smile Said that he had been there for a while Last night I heard 
the devil talking in my head Said this is an emergency, said he had some work 
for me He said

He said one day your friends gon’ be your demise Said a few of ‘em is me 
in disguise Deceit in his eyes, said I like the teaching me wise But the 
leeches I don’t need in my life, please be advised Real coy, listening, still 
annoyed Said these hoes fill a void, all hoes, you still a boy Said you 
searching, you don’t know what to do You thinking you fucking ‘em when really 
they fucking you Look, said they see you on feats Said you give the love 
to the ones that need it the least But wait, you can’t put me on trial for my 
errors I learned, trial and error, the how I couldn’t tell ya You talking 
to the realest, nah, just a realist Nah, you just a nigga don’t recognize 
what the real is Thoughts could be hypnotic, thoughts get out of 
pocket You’ll be powerless, get lost, you try to stop it, I got this

He said what you doing this music for, I got news for ya If you don’t sell 
your soul to me Then you just gon’ ruin your future, bruh See, I just 
cracked open this Goose And I mixed that elixir with juice Then I was 
introduced with Lucifer In a dark room, his tongue as sharp as a 
harpoon We started discussing things He told me about his minions and his 
underlings Told me that he was Gepetto of the ghetto Had snake niggas on 
his puppet strings Taught him betrayal and other schemes He ain’t new to 
this, he true to this, said he been doing this Since Jesus was crossed for 
thirty pieces of silver And he sealed the deal with a Judas kiss When 
Ceasar was stabbed in the back He was the one who placed the knife in Brutus 
fist Now he got his hands in our music biz Told me to ignore the war and 
the poor Aim my music more towards the whores and drug lords And the fans 
are pourin’ through the doors Sell out my tours, get awards galore I told 
him I just wanted to be the modern day Marvin Gaye He said you might wanna 
rethink that Cause I know where your father stay I’ll possess him to pick 
up the chrome Pop you in the dome for trying to tell the people for what’s 
going on He said that’s where you’re going wrong It’s more demons than 
angels in this biz, you’re on your own Wanna hit the big screens switch your 
sixteens Get some slim jeans, get your big dreams Or make your wrist 
gleam, get your big cream, hope you’re listening I just had to switch to his 
team, uh, it was tempting The contract was in blood He said I know you 
sick of trafficking drugs – sign it Nah, I got this

I think the weed started fucking with a nigga 
 
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