The dev il in my phone, wanna talk
But I'm not really up for conversations
I can't have my cake, can't eat it too
I just gotta make a reservation
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
I see Satan Demons tryna run up in my spot, a lot
Really, really runnin' out of patience
All about timing, timing, timing
Sit back in my chair, relaxin' and reclinin'
He has not a care in the world,
Takin' all these mans to the face,
Takin' all these mans to the face,
Eyes red, high and cryin'
None the pain while Oxy and Dior,
Juice like Tupac Shakur, no ice tea
Givenchy, Louis V, double V, icy
Wedding ring, better things,
The devil in my phone, he wanna talk
But I'm not really up for conversations
I can't have my cake, can't eat it too
I just gotta make a reservation
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
I see Satan Demons try to run up in my spot, a lot
Really, really runnin' out of patience
I'm waitin', waitin', waitin'
Sittin' up, waitin', waitin',
Contemplatin' my heart racin'
Feels like I'ma die every
ain't no comin' down, why?
My anxiety bring me down,
that's the fuckin' downside
It's like every time I ball,
This light of mine goes dim tonight
Let me guess, no answer, right?
The devil in my phone, he wanna talk
But I'm not really up for conversations
I can't have my cake, can't eat it too
I just gotta make a reservation
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
Flames everywhere, I see Satan
Demons tryna run up in my spot,
