Devil's Got A Hold Of Me (Barker Travis)

I toss, 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 him leave me alone The devil's got a hold of meeee The devil's got a hold of meeee The devil's got a hold of meeee (- The devil's got a hold!) Pen in my right hand Beat on repeat, he hates when I'm writin so the thing on my nightstand start ringin and lightin up, vibratin and all that I don't wanna sell no wall crack, I just wanna go perform at the biggest place in the world cause I'm dope, like them four packs sittin in writes on my window sill, makin sure everything stays on chill Right shoulder wearin all white sayin "Joe chill" Left shoulder wearin red sayin "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 tour?" And I turned, and seen this whore that I used to fiend for that ain't never let me score lookin at me like I'm somethin she ain't never ever saw So a one-hour run somehow turned into 24 Wifey callin I hit Ignore, my priorities is poor Listen Lord Nickel... c'mon My life is like a box of chocolates I work hard for it, plus I am awk-ward, uhh I am a addict's son, plus I'm a addict, son I am a AK addict, uh, Travis drums I am the lead dump factor, that's why I got a edge on rappers I am redrum backwards I'll 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 cannon - I buy chinchillas My bitches rockin Luci-furs after they Satan-in Now can you say tannin? Better yet say Dannon Your coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landin I am the bank bandit, I got a buyin problem I goes in then walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em I'm talkin, I'm talkin he talks, I listen, GPS on my position Just livin, just hangin out with the opposition Can't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen Stupid y'all, think I'm just spittin I belong in prison, crazy by my own admission on a mission to grab a podium, audience, let me tell the public that I'm self-destructive, I ain't lookin for no help, FUCK IT! Lookin for a way to get high, I'm still alive Six million ways to die, still a few more left to try {?} is Red Bull, pills is hittin, still a slight medic' We just goin back and forth, feelin like tennis Standin underneath rain, wanna be sane, friends and family wantin me to change But it's too late cause my feet is gettin comfy on the flames Check it! I don't wanna be another nigga with no gold (nah) No fame, success nigga no hope (nah) Sleep on the corner in SoHo, like up is down, there's no dough Uhh, fuck it, they ain't put me under yet And think what you wish, I ain't got one regret My automobile is not a Bentley, he knows that my pocket's empty The devil's so consequently, he gotta tempt me Standin 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 narratin I heard you got a safe in your crib so I'm there waitin Nobody's safe in your crib, while I'm on that staircase, I'm bare-faced Possessed by what you possess, I'm hell raising And I just left somebody's father a quadraplegic Told him not to move or get shot to Egypt, he did not believe it He's losin 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 him out of 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 D-d-devil's got a hold of me Devil's got a hold of me... Devil's got a hold of me D-d-d-d-devil's got a hold of me Devil's got a hold of me...