devil of the city. Lyrics

Why the devil looking after me

Is it me or is it blasphemy

All these women chasing after me

You had a chance, but no one's catching me

Broken, all on moping

Getting too excited with your underwear soaking

I step inside a building and these girls start hoping

Hoping, groping, early mornings

I'm the devil of the city

Power hungry, looking for an angel and drinking 50

Take her home one night, the world knows you're with me

Star-spangled banner, screaming high notes like you're Whitney

This my odyssey, stronger than a Trojan

Golden eye magnum, you chose this path

All the black, you can fathom, phasing, shooting, ectoplasm

All these men, you can't stand them

After one night, I'm the last man standing

He's craving some Nic, so I blast off with my cannon

Two rings, one night, Eli Manning

Coming in with a horsepower, Peyton Manning

Girls love me shirtless, Channing Tatum

Never date em'

I'm coming in like an Oakland Raider.

Why the devil looking after me

Is it me or is it blasphemy

All these women chasing after me

You had a chance, but no one's catching me

Broken, all on moping

Getting too excited with their underwear soaking

I step inside the building and these girls start hoping

Hoping, groping, early mornings

What's the power of monogamy

Everything's open, looking like pornography

Once I see the videos, then it's just a sodomy

All the girls begging, baby, but you see the side of me

Don't you keep exciting me.

A new girl every day is what you keep providing me

My milk worth millions

I guess I hit the lottery

Her daddy issues make my old man so proud of me

Lips so thick with the collagen

White girls love me

They pick me like I'm cotton gin

Beat the kitty down, then I chased it like a Doberman

Over, man

No regrets until I'm sober, man

That's the curse of getting older, man

Running out of steam, my little engine giving all it can

Grinding, loving, thrusting, bussin

Baby, I love what you're touching

Why the devil looking after me

Is it me, or is it blasphemy

All these women chasing after me

You had a chance, but no one's catching me

Broken, all on moping

Getting too excited with their underwear soaking

I step inside a building, and these girls start hoping

Hoping, groping, early mornings