Lyrics
Feeling like you gotta die if you come for the profit
Stop it!
It don't weigh that heavily on my conscience
Know I been in the field just like a top prospect
Love slitting they throats it is part of the process
I just wanna make you suffer it's part of the progress
Can feel it in your throat, it's making you nauseous
I'm showing you the line, then making you cross it
I'm cumming on your sheets then making you wash it
Me and the devil
Met at the crossroads
Twenty seven
Twenty seven
Twenty seven
Look up at the sky what a beautiful day
Guitar in hand I play the sun away
The last shot that I took got me in a sweat
Lights go out
As I take my final breath
The only thought that I think
The talk around town
The talk about me
Will they sing my song when I'm long gone?
Hey hey hey hey
They saying:
"Johnson, you the man!"
"Johnson, you the man!"
"Johnson, you the man!"
"Johnson, you the man!"
Yea!
I sold my soul and it came with a profit!
Send the opposition bullets they gon keep on dodging
Push me to my limit then you get demolished
Feeling like asher roth bitch I love college
Smoking weed everyday in my backyard
Studying to make a classic ain't that hard
Trynna book me for a band you ain't that smart
I could tell
I could tell
I could tell
I could tell
Sold my soul to make a record
And then you went and checked it!
I could tell you having trouble trynna read me you dyslexic
Beep me on my phone when you get the message
And if you feeling hot you could get it on the dot like what you put at the end of a sentence
Baby
Me and the devil
Met at the crossroads
Twenty seven
Twenty seven