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Oh my God, Ronny The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk But I'm not really up for conversations I can have my cake and 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 a lot Really, really runnin' out of patience (Tick-tock) T-Timing, timing, timing All about timing, timing, timing Sit back in my chair, relaxing and reclining He has not a care in the world, nah, I'm lying Takin' all these meds to the face got me flying Takin' all these meds to the face got me dying Smoke 'til my mind frying, eyes red, high and crying Numb the pain with Oxy and Dior, yeah, pricey Juice like Tupac Shakur, no ice tea Givenchy, Louis V, Double V, icy Wedding ring, better things, better half, wifey Only things numbing me from this hard life thing, uh, alright The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk But I'm not really up for conversations I can have my cake and 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 a lot Really, really runnin' out of patience I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, sittin' up Waiting, waiting, waiting, contemplating My heart racing Feels like I'ma die every second of the day So I gotta get high Ain't no coming down, ain't no coming down, why? My anxiety bring me down, that's the fucking downside It's like every time I ball, I just end up off-sides This light of mine goes dim tonight Will I be alright? Let me guess, no answer, right? The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk But I'm not really up for conversations I can have my cake and 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 a lot Really, really runnin' out of patience