Текст песни
Do not give the devil any such opportunity
Don't give him a foothold
You know what happens if we give the devil a foothold
Then it's not long and he gets a stronghold
And that's what becomes very dangerous
So really and truly, we need to watch for the little things
That we often think don't matter
But they turn into huge problems, if we don't do it (yeah)
Got 35 nachos on the belt
Fire in the sky with five records on the shelf
Stress-related symptoms in my health
Said I couldn't take it with me
Watch me drag it all to hell then
I pour another bottle on my grave
Ain't nobody care about you when you step up off this stage
Plus the doc told me y'all should count my days
Said the poison in my body's like a bullet to the face
Yeah, I'm going off, bitch, I'm going off
Pressure hanging 'round my neck like a holy cross
Turn that lightning in a bottle into molotovs
Pain tatted on me like a motherfucking coat of arms
If you thought that it was different, then you going soft
Everybody knows, go and play the Leonard Cohen song
Bad days, long nights, and strong medicine
If you can hear knocking, you's about to let the devil in
It'll be a cold day in the house
Ain't nobody ringing my bell
I glow like the sun, but I run in the night
They let a devil grab a hold of the mic
It'll be a cold day now (let's go!)
Ain't nobody ringing my bell
I glow like the sun, but I run in the night
I'm sick of y'all motherfuckers (they let the devil grab a hold of the mic)
Yeah, that's 35 trips around the sun
Running out of gas with nine bullets in my gun (count 'em)
That shadow on my shoulder weighs a ton
Y'all pretend like my experience with hell was just for fun
Nah, gon' take me to the river with my sins
Ain't a man alive without them, you can write that in my skin
Plus the preacher told me time was running thin
Said "If I don't make a change, they won't ever let me in"
Yeah, I'm going mad, bitch, I'm going mad
That stress feeling like I'm walking over broken glass
I slap forever in the face with an open hand
Swollen glands growing in my neck like a watered plant
If you thought I couldn't make it, then you full of trash
Blinding motherfuckers like the glare From a solar flash
It's bad days, long nights, and strong medicine
If you can hear me knocking, you's about to let the devil in
It'll be a cold day now
Ain't nobody ringin' my bell
I glow like the sun, but I run in the night
They let the devil grab a hold of the mic
It'll be a cold day now (let's go)
Ain't nobody ringing my bell
I glow like the sun, but I run in the night
They let the devil grab a hold of the mic
Oh, yeah (ooh0
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah (ooh)
Oh, yeah, oh