Locked groove

Even the devil has an advocate
Sparking up the cannabis
I’m flying, feeling so immaculate
Fuck around with the family, bleed him like a masochist

Even the devil has an advocate
Even the devil has an advocate
Even the devil has an advocate
Even the devil has an advocate

Smoking weed by the football field
Cyber girl yeah I don’t feel real
How the fuck I’m supposed to feel
Whole life like a locked groove
Low life in a locked room
And I’m running out the clock too
Posted up with the Glock Nine
I’m Brock with the Rock Tomb
I’m flying feeling like a god now
Turn your man into a John Doe
I don’t even got no opps now
Panicking, when I freak out
Smoking weed til I calm down
[?] your peripherals
[?]
Really though I'm tryna chill out
Posted up with the fucking crew
High I’m flying like a fighter jet
You can see me when I’m coming thru
Dialup in the fuckin crib
[?]
Your girl on my fuckin snap
Askin when I be coming thru
Slide thru, I pull up
And she on me like a tattoo
Get her soaked like Fax Gang
And she bumping all my tracks too
Dialup [?]
So I smoke my blunt in the back room
I was late to every fuckin class
But still the hardest in the classroom

Even the devil has an advocate
Sparking up the cannabis
I’m flying, feeling so immaculate
Fuck around with the family, bleed him like a masochist

Even the devil has an advocate
Even the devil has an advocate
Even the devil has an advocate
Even the devil has an advocate