Pride times with no lions
But I’ll be lying if I say I like playing these games
Cupid ain’t doing no flying, Cupid ain’t doing no firing, just dying
I’m 21 I thought by now there’ll be a knot that I’m tying
But not even God can’t tell me where I’ma find mine
So I would’ve probably been alone when I’m in my death bed dying
Wearing some high end clothes looking fly before I’m flying.
And the Devil wears Prada
So I won’t be denying my evil deeds, whilst I’m at heavens gate with a crowbar prying
While they’re screaming “Don’t let this guy in”
Feeling sorry for myself now in crying
Falling to limbo while I scream
(Where am I)