"THE DEVIL'S IN THE CITY" lyrics

Esta de puta madre
La madre got a son
Et tout l'monde veut le caner
Mais personne veut le sangre sur la mano
La mala ou la money
He makes it on his own
These bitches U-turn on him
That's how you slowly forget how to love

And he prays to God
To hunt the preys
He prays the stars
To save the day
He prays the lost ones
He prays the dead
He prays just something
To keep him safe

And he prays to God
To hunt the preys
He prays the stars
To save the day
He prays the lost ones
He prays the dead
He prays just something
To keep him safe

Cuz the devil's in the city
Working with the 3ein
Trying hard to get him
Hiding in her bed

The devil's in the city
Working with the 3ein
Trying hard to get him
Hiding in her bed

She don't need to fake it
When off the purple
Nor lace the molly
She just wants to feed off of his soul
Not his money
Lucy wants to play him like a toy
And call him daddy
She seems different from the other ones
But what is it?

Deep down
Curled up
Keep smelling danger
Off guard
Never heard a demon say "enough"
Baby's not a diamond
No, you're just stoned
Acting like he like it, let her lie to him
Covering up the void in
Ever since that playing with death got boring
Now he fears the nights and hates the morning

So he talks to God
To hunt the preys
He prays the stars
To save the day
He prays the lost ones
He prays the dead
He prays just something
To keep him safe

Cuz the devil's in the city
Working with the 3ein
Trying hard to get him
Hiding in her bed
The devil's in the city
Working with the 3ein
Trying hard to get him
Hiding in her bed