D.D.S. by EXLE Lyrics
[Hook]
(Yea)
There's a voice in my head
Playing games
Flipping cards with the same names
Hit me again I hate these fates
Before I hit the gates
Dealing with the devil but he don't leave my space no
Nah
Voice in my head
Playing fuckin' games
Flipping cards yeah yea
[Verse]
Cards in my hand
The devil on my shoulder takes a stand
How far you gotta go until you gotta land?
What's it really worth?
When it's all blurred reality behind the third
Back in school they use to call me nerd, Mother fucker
(What's up)
Now I keep it quiet and don't say a word
Little petty birds chirpin' so I turned my back and I started to work
You won't last a minute in my craft
You would want new shoes if you were in mine
Bitch, triple 6 and double O9's
Catch me whippin' new rides I wanted as a kid
When I got the bread don't hit my fuckin' line
I'll lay yo ass out when the cell bars decline
Feelin' devine but the devil got my pride
Buried alive and my eyes full of hate
Imma say it straight like I'm runnin' on a freight
It's getting pretty late but I'm feeling very fine
I'm stuck in traffic that's waiting in line
Don't need a Co-Sign, that's borderline suicide to my career and if I do not make it as an independent individual
Spitting the masses straight lyrical
Then what the fuck am I doing that's critical?
Shit is much more than what's physical
Shit goes on and on because it's cynical
[Hook]
(Yea)
There's a voice in my head
Playing games
Flipping cards with the same names
Hit me again I hate these fates
Before I hit the gates
Dealing with the devil but he don't leave my space no
Nah
Voice in my head
Playing fuckin' games
Flipping cards yeah yea
There's a voice in my head
Playing games
Flipping cards with the same names
Hit me again I hate these fates
Before I hit the gates
Dealing with the devil but he don't leave my space no
Nah
Voice in my head
Playing fuckin' games
Flipping cards yeah yea
(Yea)
There's a voice in my head
Playing games
Flipping cards with the same names
Hit me again I hate these fates
Before I hit the gates
Dealing with the devil but he don't leave my space no
Nah
Voice in my head
Playing fuckin' games
Flipping cards yeah yea
[Verse]
Cards in my hand
The devil on my shoulder takes a stand
How far you gotta go until you gotta land?
What's it really worth?
When it's all blurred reality behind the third
Back in school they use to call me nerd, Mother fucker
(What's up)
Now I keep it quiet and don't say a word
Little petty birds chirpin' so I turned my back and I started to work
You won't last a minute in my craft
You would want new shoes if you were in mine
Bitch, triple 6 and double O9's
Catch me whippin' new rides I wanted as a kid
When I got the bread don't hit my fuckin' line
I'll lay yo ass out when the cell bars decline
Feelin' devine but the devil got my pride
Buried alive and my eyes full of hate
Imma say it straight like I'm runnin' on a freight
It's getting pretty late but I'm feeling very fine
I'm stuck in traffic that's waiting in line
Don't need a Co-Sign, that's borderline suicide to my career and if I do not make it as an independent individual
Spitting the masses straight lyrical
Then what the fuck am I doing that's critical?
Shit is much more than what's physical
Shit goes on and on because it's cynical
[Hook]
(Yea)
There's a voice in my head
Playing games
Flipping cards with the same names
Hit me again I hate these fates
Before I hit the gates
Dealing with the devil but he don't leave my space no
Nah
Voice in my head
Playing fuckin' games
Flipping cards yeah yea
There's a voice in my head
Playing games
Flipping cards with the same names
Hit me again I hate these fates
Before I hit the gates
Dealing with the devil but he don't leave my space no
Nah
Voice in my head
Playing fuckin' games
Flipping cards yeah yea