dancing with the devil (Live)

Dirty south, baby, it's going down wherever you meet me

At the flea market on a Sunday, these weapons come in cheaply

Clowns lurking in the forests, bitch this land is getting creepy

Feel like I got a Pumpkin for a head, I'm hollow and I'm sleepy

Bitch, what, the fuck, is really going on in this place?

Half these people talking shit to me won't even show they face

Pistol in my pocket, blunts rolled up, this ain't no phase

Whole family worried 'bout my soul it's been a minute since I prayed

Dancing with the Devil and it's really not that stressful, I can't lie

Really he's been more helpful, now I'm much less dreadful 'bout when I die

Dancing with the Devil and it's really not that stressful, I can't lie