I Met The Devil In London lyrics

No, shawty, this is kinda freak No, shawty, what-the-fuck you want from me? Can’t eat, I'm feeling little weak They all notice the gold on my wrist Now I got a little problem in London Now I have a losso of messages in my phone Brain glow, now I understand at all Why did you never return my calls? You never returned my calls No, I'm not ok, I'm going down It’s the fucking underground Bitches don’t like how this sounds Now I'm breaking down No chance for a win in this game I’ll let the pride away I’ll let rage away Now you look at face Now I change And the devil is who you blame You’re blind You’re blind You’re blind No, shawty, this is kinda freak No, shawty, what-the-fuck you want from me? Can’t eat, I'm feeling little weak 'cause’ they all notice the gold on my wrist Now I got a little problem in London Now I have lost messages in my phone Brain glow, now I understand at all Why did you never return my calls?