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Better yet say Dannon\nYour coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landin'\n\nI am the bank bandit, I got a buyin' problem\nI goes in then walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em\n\nI toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\nI punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\nIt seems that I can't win this fight\nHands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\n(Devil's got a hold on me)\n\nI'm talkin', I'm talkin' he talks, I listen, GPS on my position\nJust livin', just hangin' out with the opposition\nCan't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen\nStupid y'all, think I'm just spittin'\nI belong in prison, crazy by my own admission on a mission\n\nTo grab a podium, audience, let me tell the public\nThat I'm self-destructive, I ain't lookin' for no help, fuck it\nLookin' for a way to get high, I'm still alive\nSix million ways to die, still a few more left to try\n\n[Incomprehensible] is Red Bull\nPills is hittin', still a slight medic'\nWe just goin' back and forth, feelin' like tennis\nStandin' underneath rain, wanna be sane\nFriends and family wantin' me to change\nBut it's too late 'cause my feet is gettin' comfy on the flames\n\nCheck it\nI don't wanna be another nigga with no gold\n(Nah)\nNo fame, success nigga no hope\n(Nah)\n\nSleep on the corner in SoHo\nLike up is down, there's no dough\n\nUh, fuck it, they ain't put me under yet\nAnd think what you wish, I ain't got one regret\n\nI toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\nI punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\nIt seems that I can't win this fight\nHands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\n(Devil's got a hold on me)\n\nMy automobile is not a Bentley\nHe knows that my pocket's empty\nThe devil's so consequently, he gotta tempt me\nStandin' on the block you should not offend me\nI rock a semi, like Prada, Fendi\n\nI don't think the spirit of God is 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It seems that I can't win this fight\n[00:46.20] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[00:48.89] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:53.42] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:56.18] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:58.85] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[01:01.52] Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat\n[01:06.91] He hates when I'm writin' so the thing on my nightstand\n[01:09.62] Start ringin' and lightin' up, vibratin' and all that\n[01:13.29] I don't wanna sell no wall crack, I just wanna go perform at\n[01:15.97] The biggest place in the world 'cause I'm dope, like them four packs\n[01:19.55] Sittin' in writes on my window sill, makin' sure everythin' stays on chill\n[01:22.24] Right shoulder wearin' all white sayin', \"Joe chill\"\n[01:24.01] Left shoulder wearin' red sayin' \"Pay yo' bills\"\n[01:24.95] So that raw metaphor that I, thought of before\n[01:29.50] I don't remember no more\n[01:31.38] 'Cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store\n[01:34.06] And I heard, \"So you off tourin'?\" I turned and seen this whore\n[01:36.78] That I used to fiend for, that ain't never let me score\n[01:40.34] Lookin' at me like I'm somethin' she ain't never ever saw\n[01:43.08] So a one-hour run somehow turned into 24\n[01:45.72] Wifey callin', I hit ignore, my priorities is poor\n[01:48.45] Listen Lord\n[01:50.26] I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n[01:52.01] I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n[01:54.75] It seems that I can't win this fight\n[01:58.35] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[02:01.03] Devil's got a hold on me\n[02:05.58] Devil's got a hold on me\n[02:09.14] Devil's got a hold on me\n[02:11.99] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[02:12.82] Nickel, c'mon\n[02:20.04] My life is like a box of chocolates\n[02:21.88] I work hard for it, plus I am awkward, uh\n[02:24.55] I am a addict's son, plus I'm a addict, son\n[02:28.13] I am a AK addict, uh, Travis drums\n[02:30.83] I am the lead dump factor\n[02:33.58] That's why I got a edge on rappers\n[02:36.25] I am redrum backwards\n[02:38.05] I'll see your crew and get deep\n[02:39.87] So you can respect it, jump me\n[02:40.72] I signed a deal with my maker\n[02:43.42] Satan's my record company\n[02:44.31] I got a K cannon, I buy chinchillas\n[02:46.14] My bitches rockin' Luci-furs after they Satan-in\n[02:48.86] Now can you say tannin'? Better yet say Dannon\n[02:52.42] Your coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landin'\n[02:55.22] I am the bank bandit, I got a buyin' problem\n[02:58.83] I goes in then walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em\n[03:01.51] I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n[03:04.27] I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n[03:06.92] It seems that I can't win this fight\n[03:10.53] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[03:15.03] Devil's got a hold on me\n[03:17.78] Devil's got a hold on me\n[03:20.45] Devil's got a hold on me\n[03:23.19] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[03:24.94] I'm talkin', I'm talkin' he talks, I listen, GPS on my position\n[03:27.69] Just livin', just hangin' out with the opposition\n[03:31.27] Can't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen\n[03:32.18] Stupid y'all, think I'm just spittin'\n[03:33.98] I belong in prison, crazy by my own admission on a mission\n[03:36.60] To grab a podium, audience, let me tell the public\n[03:40.33] That I'm self-destructive, I ain't lookin' for no help, fuck it\n[03:43.07] Lookin' for a way to get high, I'm still alive\n[03:45.76] Six million ways to die, still a few more left to try\n[03:49.36] [Incomprehensible] is Red Bull\n[03:50.21] Pills is hittin', still a slight medic'\n[03:52.04] We just goin' back and forth, feelin' like tennis\n[03:55.62] Standin' underneath rain, wanna be sane\n[03:57.47] Friends and family wantin' me to change\n[03:58.31] But it's too late 'cause my feet is gettin' comfy on the flames\n[04:01.05] Check it\n[04:01.98] I don't wanna be another nigga with no gold\n[04:02.83] (Nah)\n[04:03.79] No fame, success nigga no hope\n[04:04.65] (Nah)\n[04:05.56] Sleep on the corner in SoHo\n[04:06.41] Like up is down, there's no dough\n[04:07.38] Uh, fuck it, they ain't put me under yet\n[04:10.97] And think what you wish, I ain't got one regret\n[04:13.69] I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n[04:19.02] I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n[04:20.00] It seems that I can't win this fight\n[04:22.72] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[04:25.40] Devil's got a hold on me\n[04:29.06] Devil's got a hold on me\n[04:32.62] Devil's got a hold on me\n[04:35.33] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[04:37.15] My automobile is not a Bentley\n[04:41.60] He knows that my pocket's empty\n[04:42.51] The devil's so consequently, he gotta tempt me\n[04:44.34] Standin' on the block you should not offend me\n[04:47.00] I rock a semi, like Prada, Fendi\n[04:48.84] I don't think the spirit of God is in me\n[04:50.62] Just wicked whispers of scriptures Satan is narratin'\n[04:53.37] I heard you got a safe in your crib so I'm there waitin'\n[04:56.91] Nobody's safe in your crib, when I'm on that staircase\n[04:59.63] I'm bare-faced\n[05:00.53] Possessed by what you possess, I'm hell raisin'\n[05:03.23] And I just left somebody's father a quadriplegic\n[05:06.01] Told him not to move or get shot to Egypt, he did not believe it\n[05:08.74] He's losin' blood and I'm cold-blooded like I'm anemic\n[05:11.48] I need a doctor, I'm psychotic, maybe I should watch \"The Secret\"\n[05:15.00] Or see a priest and I might just chill\n[05:17.78] Or will I blow him out of the confession booth\n[05:19.59] Like on 'Righteous Kill'\n[05:21.35] Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will\n[05:24.04] I hope I seek some forgiveness 'cause\n[05:25.89] (My life was real)\n[05:26.74] Devil's got a hold on me\n[05:31.21] D-d-devil's got a hold on me\n[05:34.89] Devil's got a hold on me\n[05:37.55] Devil's got a hold on me\n[05:40.22] D-d-d-d-devil's got a hold of me\n[05:41.12] Devil's got a hold of me\n[05:46.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil's Got A Hold (feat. 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tourin'?\" I turned and seen this whore\n[01:36.70] That I used to fiend for, that ain't never let me score\n[01:40.39] Lookin' at me like I'm somethin' she ain't never ever saw\n[01:43.06] So a one-hour run somehow turned into 24\n[01:45.76] Wifey callin', I hit ignore, my priorities is poor\n[01:48.44] Listen Lord\n[01:50.21] I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n[01:52.07] I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n[01:54.71] It seems that I can't win this fight\n[01:58.32] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[02:01.04] Devil's got a hold on me\n[02:05.54] Devil's got a hold on me\n[02:09.11] Devil's got a hold on me\n[02:11.95] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[02:12.88] Nickel, c'mon\n[02:20.03] My life is like a box of chocolates\n[02:21.86] I work hard for it, plus I am awkward, uh\n[02:24.55] I am a addict's son, plus I'm a addict, son\n[02:28.19] I am a AK addict, uh, Travis drums\n[02:30.82] I am the lead dump factor\n[02:33.56] That's why I got a edge on rappers\n[02:36.27] I am redrum backwards\n[02:38.05] I'll see your crew and get deep\n[02:39.86] So you can respect it, jump me\n[02:40.70] I signed a deal with my maker\n[02:43.48] Satan's my record company\n[02:44.33] I got a K cannon, I buy chinchillas\n[02:46.10] My bitches rockin' Luci-furs after they Satan-in\n[02:48.87] Now can you say tannin'? Better yet say Dannon\n[02:52.45] Your coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landin'\n[02:55.22] I am the bank bandit, I got a buyin' problem\n[02:58.80] I goes in then walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em\n[03:01.55] I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n[03:04.21] I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n[03:06.97] It seems that I can't win this fight\n[03:10.51] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[03:15.06] Devil's got a hold on me\n[03:17.78] Devil's got a hold on me\n[03:20.49] Devil's got a hold on me\n[03:23.17] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[03:24.90] I'm talkin', I'm talkin' he talks, I listen, GPS on my position\n[03:27.63] Just livin', just hangin' out with the opposition\n[03:31.21] Can't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen\n[03:32.11] Stupid y'all, think I'm just spittin'\n[03:33.98] I belong in prison, crazy by my own admission on a mission\n[03:36.60] To grab a podium, audience, let me tell the public\n[03:40.35] That I'm self-destructive, 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It seems that I can't win this fight\n[00:46.20] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[00:48.89] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:53.42] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:56.18] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:58.85] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[01:01.52] Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat\n[01:06.91] He hates when I'm writin' so the thing on my nightstand\n[01:09.62] Start ringin' and lightin' up, vibratin' and all that\n[01:13.29] I don't wanna sell no wall crack, I just wanna go perform at\n[01:15.97] The biggest place in the world 'cause I'm dope, like them four packs\n[01:19.55] Sittin' in writes on my window sill, makin' sure everythin' stays on chill\n[01:22.24] Right shoulder wearin' all white sayin', \"Joe chill\"\n[01:24.01] Left shoulder wearin' red sayin' \"Pay yo' bills\"\n[01:24.95] So that raw metaphor that I, thought of before\n[01:29.50] I don't remember no more\n[01:31.38] 'Cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store\n[01:34.06] And I heard, 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Better yet say Dannon\nYour coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landin'\n\nI am the bank bandit, I got a buyin' problem\nI goes in then walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em\n\nI toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\nI punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\nIt seems that I can't win this fight\nHands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\n(Devil's got a hold on me)\n\nI'm talkin', I'm talkin' he talks, I listen, GPS on my position\nJust livin', just hangin' out with the opposition\nCan't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen\nStupid y'all, think I'm just spittin'\nI belong in prison, crazy by my own admission on a mission\n\nTo grab a podium, audience, let me tell the public\nThat I'm self-destructive, I ain't lookin' for no help, fuck it\nLookin' for a way to get high, I'm still alive\nSix million ways to die, still a few more left to try\n\n[Incomprehensible] is Red Bull\nPills is 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It seems that I can't win this fight\n[00:46.20] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[00:48.89] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:53.42] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:56.18] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:58.85] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[01:01.52] Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat\n[01:06.91] He hates when I'm writin' so the thing on my nightstand\n[01:09.62] Start ringin' and lightin' up, vibratin' and all that\n[01:13.29] I don't wanna sell no wall crack, I just wanna go perform at\n[01:15.97] The biggest place in the world 'cause I'm dope, like them four packs\n[01:19.55] Sittin' in writes on my window sill, makin' sure everythin' stays on chill\n[01:22.24] Right shoulder wearin' all white sayin', \"Joe chill\"\n[01:24.01] Left shoulder wearin' red sayin' \"Pay yo' bills\"\n[01:24.95] So that raw metaphor that I, thought of before\n[01:29.50] I don't remember no more\n[01:31.38] 'Cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store\n[01:34.06] And I heard, 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Better yet say Dannon\nYour coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landin'\n\nI am the bank bandit, I got a buyin' problem\nI goes in then walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em\n\nI toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\nI punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\nIt seems that I can't win this fight\nHands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\n(Devil's got a hold on me)\n\nI'm talkin', I'm talkin' he talks, I listen, GPS on my position\nJust livin', just hangin' out with the opposition\nCan't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen\nStupid y'all, think I'm just spittin'\nI belong in prison, crazy by my own admission on a mission\n\nTo grab a podium, audience, let me tell the public\nThat I'm self-destructive, I ain't lookin' for no help, fuck it\nLookin' for a way to get high, I'm still alive\nSix million ways to die, still a few more left to try\n\n[Incomprehensible] is Red Bull\nPills is 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It seems that I can't win this fight\n[00:46.20] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[00:48.89] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:53.42] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:56.18] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:58.85] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[01:01.52] Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat\n[01:06.91] He hates when I'm writin' so the thing on my nightstand\n[01:09.62] Start ringin' and lightin' up, vibratin' and all that\n[01:13.29] I don't wanna sell no wall crack, I just wanna go perform at\n[01:15.97] The biggest place in the world 'cause I'm dope, like them four packs\n[01:19.55] Sittin' in writes on my window sill, makin' sure everythin' stays on chill\n[01:22.24] Right shoulder wearin' all white sayin', \"Joe chill\"\n[01:24.01] Left shoulder wearin' red sayin' \"Pay yo' bills\"\n[01:24.95] So that raw metaphor that I, thought of before\n[01:29.50] I don't remember no more\n[01:31.38] 'Cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store\n[01:34.06] And I heard, 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Better yet say Dannon\nYour coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landin'\n\nI am the bank bandit, I got a buyin' problem\nI goes in then walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em\n\nI toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\nI punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\nIt seems that I can't win this fight\nHands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\n(Devil's got a hold on me)\n\nI'm talkin', I'm talkin' he talks, I listen, GPS on my position\nJust livin', just hangin' out with the opposition\nCan't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen\nStupid y'all, think I'm just spittin'\nI belong in prison, crazy by my own admission on a mission\n\nTo grab a podium, audience, let me tell the public\nThat I'm self-destructive, I ain't lookin' for no help, fuck it\nLookin' for a way to get high, I'm still alive\nSix million ways to die, still a few more left to try\n\n[Incomprehensible] is Red Bull\nPills is 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It seems that I can't win this fight\n[00:46.20] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[00:48.89] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:53.42] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:56.18] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:58.85] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[01:01.52] Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat\n[01:06.91] He hates when I'm writin' so the thing on my nightstand\n[01:09.62] Start ringin' and lightin' up, vibratin' and all that\n[01:13.29] I don't wanna sell no wall crack, I just wanna go perform at\n[01:15.97] The biggest place in the world 'cause I'm dope, like them four packs\n[01:19.55] Sittin' in writes on my window sill, makin' sure everythin' stays on chill\n[01:22.24] Right shoulder wearin' all white sayin', \"Joe chill\"\n[01:24.01] Left shoulder wearin' red sayin' \"Pay yo' bills\"\n[01:24.95] So that raw metaphor that I, thought of before\n[01:29.50] I don't remember no more\n[01:31.38] 'Cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store\n[01:34.06] And I heard, 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Better yet say Dannon\nYour coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landin'\n\nI am the bank bandit, I got a buyin' problem\nI goes in then walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em\n\nI toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\nI punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\nIt seems that I can't win this fight\nHands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\n(Devil's got a hold on me)\n\nI'm talkin', I'm talkin' he talks, I listen, GPS on my position\nJust livin', just hangin' out with the opposition\nCan't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen\nStupid y'all, think I'm just spittin'\nI belong in prison, crazy by my own admission on a mission\n\nTo grab a podium, audience, let me tell the public\nThat I'm self-destructive, I ain't lookin' for no help, fuck it\nLookin' for a way to get high, I'm still alive\nSix million ways to die, still a few more left to try\n\n[Incomprehensible] is Red Bull\nPills is hittin', still a slight medic'\nWe just goin' back and forth, feelin' like tennis\nStandin' underneath rain, wanna be sane\nFriends and family wantin' me to change\nBut it's too late 'cause my feet is gettin' comfy on the flames\n\nCheck it\nI don't wanna be another nigga with no gold\n(Nah)\nNo fame, success nigga no hope\n(Nah)\n\nSleep on the corner in SoHo\nLike up is down, there's no dough\n\nUh, fuck it, they ain't put me under yet\nAnd think what you wish, I ain't got one regret\n\nI toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\nI punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\nIt seems that I can't win this fight\nHands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\nDevil's got a hold on me\n(Devil's got a hold on me)\n\nMy automobile is not a Bentley\nHe knows that my pocket's empty\nThe devil's so consequently, he gotta tempt me\nStandin' on the block you should not offend me\nI rock a semi, like Prada, Fendi\n\nI don't think the spirit of God is 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It seems that I can't win this fight\n[00:46.20] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[00:48.89] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:53.42] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:56.18] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:58.85] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[01:01.52] Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat\n[01:06.91] He hates when I'm writin' so the thing on my nightstand\n[01:09.62] Start ringin' and lightin' up, vibratin' and all that\n[01:13.29] I don't wanna sell no wall crack, I just wanna go perform at\n[01:15.97] The biggest place in the world 'cause I'm dope, like them four packs\n[01:19.55] Sittin' in writes on my window sill, makin' sure everythin' stays on chill\n[01:22.24] Right shoulder wearin' all white sayin', \"Joe chill\"\n[01:24.01] Left shoulder wearin' red sayin' \"Pay yo' bills\"\n[01:24.95] So that raw metaphor that I, thought of before\n[01:29.50] I don't remember no more\n[01:31.38] 'Cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store\n[01:34.06] And I heard, \"So you off tourin'?\" I turned and seen this whore\n[01:36.78] That I used to fiend for, that ain't never let me score\n[01:40.34] Lookin' at me like I'm somethin' she ain't never ever saw\n[01:43.08] So a one-hour run somehow turned into 24\n[01:45.72] Wifey callin', I hit ignore, my priorities is poor\n[01:48.45] Listen Lord\n[01:50.26] I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n[01:52.01] I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n[01:54.75] It seems that I can't win this fight\n[01:58.35] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[02:01.03] Devil's got a hold on me\n[02:05.58] Devil's got a hold on me\n[02:09.14] Devil's got a hold on me\n[02:11.99] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[02:12.82] Nickel, c'mon\n[02:20.04] My life is like a box of chocolates\n[02:21.88] I work hard for it, plus I am awkward, uh\n[02:24.55] I am a addict's son, plus I'm a addict, son\n[02:28.13] I am a AK addict, uh, Travis drums\n[02:30.83] I am the lead dump factor\n[02:33.58] That's why I got a edge on rappers\n[02:36.25] I am redrum backwards\n[02:38.05] I'll see your crew and get deep\n[02:39.87] So you can respect it, jump me\n[02:40.72] I signed a deal with my maker\n[02:43.42] Satan's my record company\n[02:44.31] I got a K cannon, I buy chinchillas\n[02:46.14] My bitches rockin' Luci-furs after they Satan-in\n[02:48.86] Now can you say tannin'? Better yet say Dannon\n[02:52.42] Your coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landin'\n[02:55.22] I am the bank bandit, I got a buyin' problem\n[02:58.83] I goes in then walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em\n[03:01.51] I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n[03:04.27] I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n[03:06.92] It seems that I can't win this fight\n[03:10.53] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[03:15.03] Devil's got a hold on me\n[03:17.78] Devil's got a hold on me\n[03:20.45] Devil's got a hold on me\n[03:23.19] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[03:24.94] I'm talkin', I'm talkin' he talks, I listen, GPS on my position\n[03:27.69] Just livin', just hangin' out with the opposition\n[03:31.27] Can't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen\n[03:32.18] Stupid y'all, think I'm just spittin'\n[03:33.98] I belong in prison, crazy by my own admission on a mission\n[03:36.60] To grab a podium, audience, let me tell the public\n[03:40.33] That I'm self-destructive, I ain't lookin' for no help, fuck it\n[03:43.07] Lookin' for a way to get high, I'm still alive\n[03:45.76] Six million ways to die, still a few more left to try\n[03:49.36] [Incomprehensible] is Red Bull\n[03:50.21] Pills is hittin', still a slight medic'\n[03:52.04] We just goin' back and forth, feelin' like tennis\n[03:55.62] Standin' underneath rain, wanna be sane\n[03:57.47] Friends and family wantin' me to change\n[03:58.31] But it's too late 'cause my feet is gettin' comfy on the flames\n[04:01.05] Check it\n[04:01.98] I don't wanna be another nigga with no gold\n[04:02.83] (Nah)\n[04:03.79] No fame, success nigga no hope\n[04:04.65] (Nah)\n[04:05.56] Sleep on the corner in SoHo\n[04:06.41] Like up is down, there's no dough\n[04:07.38] Uh, fuck it, they ain't put me under yet\n[04:10.97] And think what you wish, I ain't got one regret\n[04:13.69] I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n[04:19.02] I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n[04:20.00] It seems that I can't win this fight\n[04:22.72] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[04:25.40] Devil's got a hold on me\n[04:29.06] Devil's got a hold on me\n[04:32.62] Devil's got a hold on me\n[04:35.33] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[04:37.15] My automobile is not a Bentley\n[04:41.60] He knows that my pocket's empty\n[04:42.51] The devil's so consequently, he gotta tempt me\n[04:44.34] Standin' on the block you should not offend me\n[04:47.00] I rock a semi, like Prada, Fendi\n[04:48.84] I don't think the spirit of God is in me\n[04:50.62] Just wicked whispers of scriptures Satan is narratin'\n[04:53.37] I heard you got a safe in your crib so I'm there waitin'\n[04:56.91] Nobody's safe in your crib, when I'm on that staircase\n[04:59.63] I'm bare-faced\n[05:00.53] Possessed by what you possess, I'm hell raisin'\n[05:03.23] And I just left somebody's father a quadriplegic\n[05:06.01] Told him not to move or get shot to Egypt, he did not believe it\n[05:08.74] He's losin' blood and I'm cold-blooded like I'm anemic\n[05:11.48] I need a doctor, I'm psychotic, maybe I should watch \"The Secret\"\n[05:15.00] Or see a priest and I might just chill\n[05:17.78] Or will I blow him out of the confession booth\n[05:19.59] Like on 'Righteous Kill'\n[05:21.35] Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will\n[05:24.04] I hope I seek some forgiveness 'cause\n[05:25.89] (My life was real)\n[05:26.74] Devil's got a hold on me\n[05:31.21] D-d-devil's got a hold on me\n[05:34.89] Devil's got a hold on me\n[05:37.55] Devil's got a hold on me\n[05:40.22] D-d-d-d-devil's got a hold of me\n[05:41.12] Devil's got a hold of me\n[05:46.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil's Got A Hold Of Me Ft. 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It seems that I can't win this fight\n[00:46.20] Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n[00:48.89] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:53.42] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:56.18] Devil's got a hold on me\n[00:58.85] (Devil's got a hold on me)\n[01:01.52] Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat\n[01:06.91] He hates when I'm writin' so the thing on my nightstand\n[01:09.62] Start ringin' and lightin' up, vibratin' and all that\n[01:13.29] I don't wanna sell no wall crack, I just wanna go perform at\n[01:15.97] The biggest place in the world 'cause I'm dope, like them four packs\n[01:19.55] Sittin' in writes on my window sill, makin' sure everythin' stays on chill\n[01:22.24] Right shoulder wearin' all white sayin', \"Joe chill\"\n[01:24.01] Left shoulder wearin' red sayin' \"Pay yo' bills\"\n[01:24.95] So that raw metaphor that I, thought of before\n[01:29.50] I don't remember no more\n[01:31.38] 'Cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store\n[01:34.06] And I heard, 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144550\n- text: I am a addict's son, plus I'm a addict, son\n  start_ms: 144550\n  end_ms: 148130\n- text: I am a AK addict, uh, Travis drums\n  start_ms: 148130\n  end_ms: 150830\n- text: I am the lead dump factor\n  start_ms: 150830\n  end_ms: 153580\n- text: That's why I got a edge on rappers\n  start_ms: 153580\n  end_ms: 156250\n- text: I am redrum backwards\n  start_ms: 156250\n  end_ms: 158050\n- text: I'll see your crew and get deep\n  start_ms: 158050\n  end_ms: 159870\n- text: So you can respect it, jump me\n  start_ms: 159870\n  end_ms: 160720\n- text: I signed a deal with my maker\n  start_ms: 160720\n  end_ms: 163420\n- text: Satan's my record company\n  start_ms: 163420\n  end_ms: 164310\n- text: I got a K cannon, I buy chinchillas\n  start_ms: 164310\n  end_ms: 166140\n- text: My bitches rockin' Luci-furs after they Satan-in\n  start_ms: 166140\n  end_ms: 168860\n- text: Now can you say tannin'? Better yet say Dannon\n  start_ms: 168860\n  end_ms: 172420\n- text: Your coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landin'\n  start_ms: 172420\n  end_ms: 175220\n- text: I am the bank bandit, I got a buyin' problem\n  start_ms: 175220\n  end_ms: 178830\n- text: I goes in then walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em\n  start_ms: 178830\n  end_ms: 181510\n- text: I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n  start_ms: 181510\n  end_ms: 184270\n- text: I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n  start_ms: 184270\n  end_ms: 186920\n- text: It seems that I can't win this fight\n  start_ms: 186920\n  end_ms: 190530\n- text: Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n  start_ms: 190530\n  end_ms: 195030\n- text: Devil's got a hold on me\n  start_ms: 195030\n  end_ms: 197780\n- text: Devil's got a hold on me\n  start_ms: 197780\n  end_ms: 200450\n- text: Devil's got a hold on me\n  start_ms: 200450\n  end_ms: 203190\n- text: (Devil's got a hold on me)\n  start_ms: 203190\n  end_ms: 204940\n- text: I'm talkin', I'm talkin' he talks, I listen, GPS on my position\n  start_ms: 204940\n  end_ms: 207690\n- text: Just livin', just hangin' out with the opposition\n  start_ms: 207690\n  end_ms: 211270\n- text: Can't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen\n  start_ms: 211270\n  end_ms: 212180\n- text: Stupid y'all, think I'm just spittin'\n  start_ms: 212180\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I belong in prison, crazy by my own admission on a mission\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 216600\n- text: To grab a podium, audience, let me tell the public\n  start_ms: 216600\n  end_ms: 220330\n- text: That I'm self-destructive, I ain't lookin' for no help, fuck it\n  start_ms: 220330\n  end_ms: 223070\n- text: Lookin' for a way to get high, I'm still alive\n  start_ms: 223070\n  end_ms: 225760\n- text: Six million ways to die, still a few more left to try\n  start_ms: 225760\n  end_ms: 229360\n- text: '[Incomprehensible] is Red Bull'\n  start_ms: 229360\n  end_ms: 230210\n- text: Pills is hittin', still a slight medic'\n  start_ms: 230210\n  end_ms: 232040\n- text: We just goin' back and forth, feelin' like tennis\n  start_ms: 232040\n  end_ms: 235620\n- text: Standin' underneath rain, wanna be sane\n  start_ms: 235620\n  end_ms: 237470\n- text: Friends and family wantin' me to change\n  start_ms: 237470\n  end_ms: 238310\n- text: But it's too late 'cause my feet is gettin' comfy on the flames\n  start_ms: 238310\n  end_ms: 241050\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 241050\n  end_ms: 241980\n- text: I don't wanna be another nigga with no gold\n  start_ms: 241980\n  end_ms: 242830\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 242830\n  end_ms: 243790\n- text: No fame, success nigga no hope\n  start_ms: 243790\n  end_ms: 244650\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 244650\n  end_ms: 245560\n- text: Sleep on the corner in SoHo\n  start_ms: 245560\n  end_ms: 246410\n- text: Like up is down, there's no dough\n  start_ms: 246410\n  end_ms: 247380\n- text: Uh, fuck it, they ain't put me under yet\n  start_ms: 247380\n  end_ms: 250970\n- text: And think what you wish, I ain't got one regret\n  start_ms: 250970\n  end_ms: 253690\n- text: I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n  start_ms: 253690\n  end_ms: 259020\n- text: I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n  start_ms: 259020\n  end_ms: 260000\n- text: It seems that I can't win this fight\n  start_ms: 260000\n  end_ms: 262720\n- text: Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n  start_ms: 262720\n  end_ms: 265400\n- text: Devil's got a hold on me\n  start_ms: 265400\n  end_ms: 269060\n- text: Devil's got a hold on me\n  start_ms: 269060\n  end_ms: 272620\n- text: Devil's got a hold on me\n  start_ms: 272620\n  end_ms: 275330\n- text: (Devil's got a hold on me)\n  start_ms: 275330\n  end_ms: 277150\n- text: My automobile is not a Bentley\n  start_ms: 277150\n  end_ms: 281600\n- text: He knows that my pocket's empty\n  start_ms: 281600\n  end_ms: 282510\n- text: The devil's so consequently, he gotta tempt me\n  start_ms: 282510\n  end_ms: 284340\n- text: Standin' on the block you should not offend me\n  start_ms: 284340\n  end_ms: 287000\n- text: I rock a semi, like Prada, Fendi\n  start_ms: 287000\n  end_ms: 288840\n- text: I don't think the spirit of God is in me\n  start_ms: 288840\n  end_ms: 290620\n- text: Just wicked whispers of scriptures Satan is narratin'\n  start_ms: 290620\n  end_ms: 293370\n- text: I heard you got a safe in your crib so I'm there waitin'\n  start_ms: 293370\n  end_ms: 296910\n- text: Nobody's safe in your crib, when I'm on that staircase\n  start_ms: 296910\n  end_ms: 299630\n- text: I'm bare-faced\n  start_ms: 299630\n  end_ms: 300530\n- text: Possessed by what you possess, I'm hell raisin'\n  start_ms: 300530\n  end_ms: 303230\n- text: And I just left somebody's father a quadriplegic\n  start_ms: 303230\n  end_ms: 306010\n- text: Told him not to move or get shot to Egypt, he did not believe it\n  start_ms: 306010\n  end_ms: 308740\n- text: He's losin' blood and I'm cold-blooded like I'm anemic\n  start_ms: 308740\n  end_ms: 311480\n- text: I need a doctor, I'm psychotic, maybe I should watch \"The Secret\"\n  start_ms: 311480\n  end_ms: 315000\n- text: Or see a priest and I might just chill\n  start_ms: 315000\n  end_ms: 317780\n- text: Or will I blow him out of the confession booth\n  start_ms: 317780\n  end_ms: 319590\n- text: Like on 'Righteous Kill'\n  start_ms: 319590\n  end_ms: 321350\n- text: Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will\n  start_ms: 321350\n  end_ms: 324040\n- text: I hope I seek some forgiveness 'cause\n  start_ms: 324040\n  end_ms: 325890\n- text: (My life was real)\n  start_ms: 325890\n  end_ms: 326740\n- text: Devil's got a hold on me\n  start_ms: 326740\n  end_ms: 331210\n- text: D-d-devil's got a hold on me\n  start_ms: 331210\n  end_ms: 334890\n- text: Devil's got a hold on me\n  start_ms: 334890\n  end_ms: 337550\n- text: Devil's got a hold on me\n  start_ms: 337550\n  end_ms: 340220\n- text: D-d-d-d-devil's got a hold of me\n  start_ms: 340220\n  end_ms: 341120\n- text: Devil's got a hold of me\n  start_ms: 341120\n  end_ms: 346540\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 346540\nplain: |-\n  I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n  I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n  It seems that I can't win this fight\n  Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  (Devil's got a hold on me)\n\n  Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat\n  He hates when I'm writin' so the thing on my nightstand\n  Start ringin' and lightin' up, vibratin' and all that\n  I don't wanna sell no wall crack, I just wanna go perform at\n\n  The biggest place in the world 'cause I'm dope, like them four packs\n  Sittin' in writes on my window sill, makin' sure everythin' stays on chill\n  Right shoulder wearin' all white sayin', \"Joe chill\"\n  Left shoulder wearin' red sayin' \"Pay yo' bills\"\n\n  So that raw metaphor that I, thought of before\n  I don't remember no more\n  'Cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store\n  And I heard, \"So you off tourin'?\" I turned and seen this whore\n\n  That I used to fiend for, that ain't never let me score\n  Lookin' at me like I'm somethin' she ain't never ever saw\n  So a one-hour run somehow turned into 24\n  Wifey callin', I hit ignore, my priorities is poor\n  Listen Lord\n\n  I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n  I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n  It seems that I can't win this fight\n  Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  (Devil's got a hold on me)\n\n  Nickel, c'mon\n  My life is like a box of chocolates\n  I work hard for it, plus I am awkward, uh\n  I am a addict's son, plus I'm a addict, son\n\n  I am a AK addict, uh, Travis drums\n  I am the lead dump factor\n  That's why I got a edge on rappers\n  I am redrum backwards\n\n  I'll see your crew and get deep\n  So you can respect it, jump me\n  I signed a deal with my maker\n  Satan's my record company\n\n  I got a K cannon, I buy chinchillas\n  My bitches rockin' Luci-furs after they Satan-in\n  Now can you say tannin'? Better yet say Dannon\n  Your coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landin'\n\n  I am the bank bandit, I got a buyin' problem\n  I goes in then walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em\n\n  I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n  I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n  It seems that I can't win this fight\n  Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  (Devil's got a hold on me)\n\n  I'm talkin', I'm talkin' he talks, I listen, GPS on my position\n  Just livin', just hangin' out with the opposition\n  Can't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen\n  Stupid y'all, think I'm just spittin'\n  I belong in prison, crazy by my own admission on a mission\n\n  To grab a podium, audience, let me tell the public\n  That I'm self-destructive, I ain't lookin' for no help, fuck it\n  Lookin' for a way to get high, I'm still alive\n  Six million ways to die, still a few more left to try\n\n  [Incomprehensible] is Red Bull\n  Pills is hittin', still a slight medic'\n  We just goin' back and forth, feelin' like tennis\n  Standin' underneath rain, wanna be sane\n  Friends and family wantin' me to change\n  But it's too late 'cause my feet is gettin' comfy on the flames\n\n  Check it\n  I don't wanna be another nigga with no gold\n  (Nah)\n  No fame, success nigga no hope\n  (Nah)\n\n  Sleep on the corner in SoHo\n  Like up is down, there's no dough\n\n  Uh, fuck it, they ain't put me under yet\n  And think what you wish, I ain't got one regret\n\n  I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night\n  I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite\n  It seems that I can't win this fight\n  Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone\n\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  (Devil's got a hold on me)\n\n  My automobile is not a Bentley\n  He knows that my pocket's empty\n  The devil's so consequently, he gotta tempt me\n  Standin' on the block you should not offend me\n  I rock a semi, like Prada, Fendi\n\n  I don't think the spirit of God is in me\n  Just wicked whispers of scriptures Satan is narratin'\n  I heard you got a safe in your crib so I'm there waitin'\n  Nobody's safe in your crib, when I'm on that staircase\n  I'm bare-faced\n\n  Possessed by what you possess, I'm hell raisin'\n  And I just left somebody's father a quadriplegic\n  Told him not to move or get shot to Egypt, he did not believe it\n  He's losin' blood and I'm cold-blooded like I'm anemic\n  I need a doctor, I'm psychotic, maybe I should watch \"The Secret\"\n\n  Or see a priest and I might just chill\n  Or will I blow him out of the confession booth\n  Like on 'Righteous Kill'\n  Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will\n\n  I hope I seek some forgiveness 'cause\n  (My life was real)\n\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  D-d-devil's got a hold on me\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n  Devil's got a hold on me\n\n  D-d-d-d-devil's got a hold of me\n  Devil's got a hold of me\n"}]