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joe far - devil's cry lyrics

[intro]
what’s that sound i hear
from over there
waking up
sweat and blood drip from nightmares
you’ve never seen where we be
how we came up
never known all the grind
that we went through and mud
and they say the devil never cries a tear
i don’t see that as nothing but lies
and i feel
if you say i’m steady chasing dreams
just go
cuz i don’t see them
i don’t get no sleep
oh no
[chorus]
devil don’t cry and we know that
throwback, oh cr+p, load it in old bags
a chevy box truck, jacked up, no cares
got a tin of copenhagen, and a camo folding chair
thought i’d never live it up, but oh well
i’m catching fire hotter than the man who broke h+ll
i’m colder than steel, when i burn up a whole cell
spend a night in cold jail, with ‘bacco money post bail

[verse]
then we pack a lip
plugging up the gums with a fist of dip
on that creeker sh+t
you can’t speak of this, unless you live it
don’t? then eat a d+ck
got a speech for kids
who don’t believe this sh+t
is real in my neck of the woods
you probably never could
make it out of them hills
even on flat land in day light
but when night falls, it won’t be all right
got dogs that bite
and coyotes, alright
they smoke you like a pipe of white
you never will get bye
you done and up
over shoulder is buck
told ya shock at the glock
give it up
man your f+cked
f+ck a pillow and a bed
taking jack to the head
need inspiration for this pen
tryna write from start to end
a whole new album
put it on the streets, i can hear everyone talking
calling me black sheep
so audibly you call me out
i’ll show you a beast
chasing dreams
yeah i know how we do it on the east side
“get her with her knees wide
maybe slide”
[chorus]
devil don’t cry and we know that
throwback, oh cr+p, load it in old bags
a chevy box truck, jacked up, no cares
got a tin of copenhagen, and a camo folding chair
thought i’d never live it up, but oh well
i’m catching fire hotter than the man who broke h+ll
i’m colder than steel, when i burn up a whole cell
spend a night in cold jail, with ‘bacco money post bail
devil don’t cry and we know that
throwback, oh cr+p, load it in old bags
a chevy box truck, jacked up, no cares
got a tin of copenhagen, and a camo folding chair
thought i’d never live it up, but oh well
i’m catching fire hotter than the man who broke h+ll
i’m colder than steel, when i burn up a whole cell
spend a night in cold jail, with ‘bacco money post bail

[verse]
yeah i melt the scene
and you know my flow mean
focused, focusing
like i’m popping focalin and hoping this
would help me sh+t do well
well i think i don’t
need a pinch of cope
to spit so well
who’s to tell me who i am?
got a few good buddies
and a couple friends
tryna prove something
gotta move nothing
cuz you can’t hold me back
got the brown in the bag
honey whiskey, yeah it’s jack
get them dollars out in stacks
yeah i’m country rich
no budget and i love it
got a problem? sh+t, two words
say “f+ck it”
y’all can all kick the bucket
got a problem with my life
i got a stainless steel
switchblade knife
[chorus]
devil don’t cry and we know that
throwback, oh cr+p, load it in old bags
a chevy box truck, jacked up, no cares
got a tin of copenhagen, and a camo folding chair
thought i’d never live it up, but oh well
i’m catching fire hotter than the man who broke h+ll
i’m colder than steel, when i burn up a whole cell
spend a night in cold jail, with ‘bacco money post bail
devil don’t cry and we know that
throwback, oh cr+p, load it in old bags
a chevy box truck, jacked up, no cares
got a tin of copenhagen, and a camo folding chair
thought i’d never live it up, but oh well
i’m catching fire hotter than the man who broke h+ll
i’m colder than steel, when i burn up a whole cell
spend a night in cold jail, with ‘bacco money post bail

[outro]
they say the people ought to change their ways
before they drive themselves straight to the grave
i never really cared about all that so why
should i go and change my life
if the devil don’t cry

- joe far lyrics

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