Upheaval Love ft. Dior Nick Lyrics

You can feel it in the room and you can smell it in the air

I'm lookin' at myself in the eyes in the mirror

The Devil said he'll show me a surprise, unleash the terror

I said, Satan showed me everybody's trauma and compared it

You can feel it in the room and you can smell it in the air

I'm lookin' at myself in the eyes in the mirror

The Devil said he'll show me a surprise, unleash the terror

I said, Satan showed me everybody's trauma and compared it

Red 40 to the face if I can ever never handle it

The Devil gave me tons of fuckin' problems, told me manage it

She broke my heart, yeah, how could she dare

Seen her from a far, yeah, I had to stare

She got me feelin' all alone, I don't care

She wanna go out alone, but I care

But I care, but I care

Drink away all of my fears to stop the pain from coming near

Let's get it

Now we on our shit man, remember when shit hit the fan

I remember feeling' like a bitch always with drink in hand

I remember holding hands, I remember sorting bands

I remember how I felt when I was with a bitch named *******

I remember how I felt when I was runnin' out of lean

I still know I felt 'cause I feel that way when I'm out of drink

Hope you felt that way when with me, know you felt that way with me

You can feel it in the room and you can smell it in the air

I'm lookin' at myself in the eyes in the mirror

The Devil said he'll show me a surprise, unleash the terror

I said, Satan showed me everybody's trauma and compared it

You can feel it in the room and you can smell it in the air

I'm lookin' at myself in the eyes in the mirror

The Devil said he'll show me a surprise, unleash the terror

I said, Satan showed me everybody's trauma and compared it

I said, Satan showed me all my fuckin' losses and defined 'em as me

That's not me

I remember havin' dreams, ESPN HDTV

I remember havin' steeze, had bitches on my dick like steed

Throwback to the days when I was ballin' for the magazines

Nowadays, wan' do some' else, different type of magazine

Don't touch me, bitch, I'm on my germaphobe shit, call me Mr. Clean

But if you wanna fuck, that's a different story

I'm just trying to fuck hoes, mandatory, nose goes, get the glory

Didn't know not for me, too many hoes, it's an orgy

Fake hoes get Red 40, real hoes drink real 40s

Real boys pop Perc 30s, real ones down MD 20s

I'm not tryna fuck a dirty, and if it comes to that, I'm skirting

Faster than a crackhead quittin' his job

Quicker than a ******** running from the cops

Faster than I drive in a school zone

You can feel it in the room and you can smell it in the air

I'm lookin' at myself in the eyes in the mirror

The Devil said he'll show me a surprise, unleash the terror

I said, Satan showed me everybody's trauma and compared it

You can feel it in the room and you can smell it in the air

I'm lookin' at myself in the eyes in the mirror

The Devil said he'll show me a surprise, unleash the terror

I said, Satan showed me everybody's trauma and compared it

Oh, trauma, he compared it