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ryan amos – see danny’s devils lyrics

compliments through gritted teeth
he didn’t see this coming “are they budding for a bouquet or a wreath?”
outta reach since he held her too close
since then, she met the man of her dreams who proposed
he’d make a toast but he’s tryna keep that gl-ss empty
diary died since his last entry
flooding memories, subliminal references
didn’t register with his ex-mrs
she was hectic with wedding invitations to send
he was pathetic at the neck noose of a loose end
losing friends to a bottle of scotch
botch job, she couldn’t stop looking at her watch
he must have bought it for her, forty diamonds shining
honeymoon plans caribbean island
far removed from the british sea side frost
heart consumed by a little green eyed monster
once upon a time they were intertwined
so much for love: now all he holds is a grudge
once upon a time he was her favourite thing
now he’s just a reflection in her engagement ring
the dove forgot how to use its wings
she said wish me luck he said “look, will you miss me?”
later that night
he drank his whiskey with spite because he ran out of sprite

keys in the ignition checking her blind spot
tank low on fuel cd skipping as she drives off
into traffic spread across three lanes
not what she needs today
there’ll be, h-ll to pay for these l plated beginners
accelerating in ballerina slippers
rear view mirror see daggers reflect
get stabbed if you think you can overtake
seeing red even though green lights are showing it’s b-mper to b-mper
heat rising hot under the collar
white knuckles on the steering wheel
unbuckled seat belt no fear in her heels
feels like she’s about to explode
if the road doesn’t clear engine revving smoke
look on her face fuming
truth is, this journey should have only taken a few minutes
insults drowned out as horns beep
porky pig signal to form an orderly queue
“f-ck you” for making me late she began to say
as she saw a man lay face down on the blood stained pavement
yellow police tape ambulance sirens
no remorse arrogance heightened
someone crashed and died earlier that afternoon
just then her angry mood p-ssed as the traffic moved

she had a job interview, printing news
but the only papers she knew were rizzla blues
a do nothing dead beat: rest her head on hash slabs
put her last match to wax dabs
slapdash stogie stab sluggard
slovenly, until she score a bud and torch it up
she’s only grinding for crystals
riddles always got a twist at the end like her spliff rolled
bone idle boning up til her hers eyes dull
that current job t-tle getting high all day
they say talk is cheap well who’s paying?
for a few j’s steaming
wake & bake with that noon day demon
shes constantly knackered, can’t afford the cost of her ganja
no skins like mosque manners
proper slacker procrastination
lazy bones: no shame on any occasion
she put an 8th in the air without a care
unaware she’s in a state of despair
unemployed
she’d rather roll another joint and get stoned with some solid playing solitaire
mary jane middle name lethargic
whatever mate, she can’t be -rs-d with it
little miss dilly dally k!lling diligence
building blunts with cannablissful ignorance and self-pity

he thought hip hop was rapping to beats
not in the battle scene lots of vanity popularity contest
a c-ck fest, turning modest men to moguls
promoting being boastful
over-confident once the cameras rolling he must win
looking down on others as tumbling rocks crush him
one minute rounds
he went from the try outs to the main event rhyme bouts
language foul like double footed tackle
hanging round with legends on the judge’s panel
hierarchy: then the timer started
and he choked on smoke from all the fire emoji’s
thought he was swaggadocio
really he was a w-nker with no flow
gloating like some kind of g.o.a.t
but his accapella flimsy should have never crowned himself king
crowds were made to sit and listen to the criticism
no rhythm, petting a reputation
with narcissistic bars to spit
stroking his ego: a tumour of the soul
removing domes off the head in a cypher
strutting like a f-cking peac-ck
he wasn’t a rhymer, more like a stand-up comedian
he didn’t see the biggest victory was his defeat

he never let rules let up on the roulette table
making bets in a burning house to earn his clout
circles round horses in the daily paper
you’d have thought divorce would have taught him, maybe later
aviators hide his poker face
major player not afraid to buy back in and open the safe
out to flourish on the casino floor in rich garms
piggish ego, itchy palms
only one queen in his heart
she’s got 4 separate faces shuffled between 52 cards
you can’t look at him and say it’s a game of luck
rookie: chucking his wages at the bookie
took a turn for the worst
bankrupt: snuck out with his girls purse
perverse, acting fine financially
if she finds out it’ll be bye bye and don’t come back
even the croupier said “you should behave”
chasing numerous spades, never knew that was his grave
never bothered him until he was impoverished
pouring liquidation, taking risks and going all in
more chips and tokens to bite
don’t look in the snakes eyes, rolling the dices
went bust overnight: from jackpot to jack sh-t
got home and his chick had vanished

skipped lunch so she doubled up at dinner
getting bigger, while the ice she skates on gets thinner
all the tr-mm-ngs won’t drop a dress size
sympathy for the devil: second helpings, extra sides
she’d die at the food for thought of a diet
thirsty for knowledge enticed by cans of tizer
it ties her up keeps her prisoner
quizzed by cuisine, a keen canteen visitor
visions of a slim waist deserted with a cherry on top
that’ll be the death of her so bury her with berries & chocolate
no stopping this addiction
atkins didn’t work, she won’t listen
just keeps sitting in front of the widescreen with tubs of ice cream on her lap
lost grasp of personal hygiene
grabbing a takeaway menu
making herself unrecognisable to the men she knew
comfort crunch in the jaws of regret
unhealthy hunger placing orders she won’t collect
coz they’re getting delivered like news of diabetes
neglect of exercise, abuse of sweeties
knee deep in polystyrene trays
fat fingers, pushing the wrong b-ttons on the microwave
she asks herself “what have i become?”
looking for the answers on a plate of crumbs

he finished work 5pm on the dot
twitchy, ignored the calls from his girlfriend
pretends he’s working late
got a story straight, no need for debate
coz the baits not her touch
craving urges: s-x to be purchased
he perches on the edge counting wedge
and has bouts with the doubts in his head
bouncing bed springs, pounding hearts beats
found himself walking round the block clutching car keys
he could leave but he can’t live without
he should heave, palms dripping now
d-ck in his trousers got a mind of its own
he whistles out loud, silences his phone
spiral staircase he goes room 212
too late to turn back even if he wanted to
a few gentle taps, the gentleman’s trapped
she rattled the chain off its latch
forget her name, it doesn’t matter
exchanging cash and some trashy flattery
eyelashes flutter, 30 minutes to c-m
afterwards he called his girl back and said i’ve been busy hun, numb
some new demons to wake with
as he falls asleep in a snake pit

- ryan amos lyrics

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