Devil’s Favorite Things (90s West Coast Flip) (Remix) (Remix) (Remix)

[Verse 1] Percocet in a blister pack, a script from a doctor’s hand Tastes like a sterile promise, a pill I don’t understand But the street got a different rhythm, a fire that burns the tongue Cocaine lines on a mirror, a song that’s already sung The high from a pharmacy’s a whisper, a polite and faded hum But the crack pipe’s a scream in the alley, where the numb becomes the numb [Chorus] Yeah, the doctor’s got a clipboard, but the dealer’s got that shiiiiit One’s a slow-motion funeral, the other's is better than a Big ass set of tiiiiiits Prescriptions come with warnings, but the powder comes with wings Hard drugs ain’t no hobby, they’re the devil’s favorite things They hit like a freight train, no label, no side effects to read Just a rush that makes you feel like you finally got what you need [Verse 2] Xanax in a bottle, a calm that’s made of lead A slow leak in the ceiling, a fog inside my head But the meth pipe’s a lightning bolt, a jolt that splits the night A clarity that burns so bright, it steals away the light The doctor says it’s safe, as long as you follow the line But the street don’t need permission, it just needs your time and spine The prescription’s a leash, the street’s a wild, untamed ride One’s a cage you pay for, the other’s a place to hide [Chorus] Yeah, the doctor’s got a clipboard, but the dealer’s got that shiiiiit One’s a slow-motion funeral, the other's is better than a Big ass set of tiiiiiits Prescriptions come with warnings, but the powder comes with wings Hard drugs ain’t no hobby, they’re the devil’s favorite things They hit like a freight train, no label, no side effects to read Just a rush that makes you feel like you finally got what you need [Bridge] The pharmacy line is a quiet wait, a patience that corrodes The alley’s a quick transaction, a fire that overloads One’s a doctor’s signature, a stamp of legal dread The other’s a dealer’s handshake, a promise left for dead They both leave you hollow, but one does it slow and clean The other’s a demolition derby, a beautiful, broken scene [Chorus] Yeah, the doctor’s got a clipboard, but the dealer’s got that shiiiiit One’s a slow-motion funeral, the other's is better than a Big ass set of tiiiiiits Prescriptions come with warnings, but the powder comes with wings Hard drugs ain’t no hobby, they’re the devil’s favorite things They hit like a freight train, no label, no side effects to read Just a rush that makes you feel like you finally got what you need [Verse 4] The first million’s a ghost, but the second’s a concrete slab I learned to flip a dollar like I used to flip a bag Compound interest is a dealer too, with a longer, slower high It don’t leave you on a sidewalk, don’t make your mama cry I took the needle out my arm, put a pen inside my hand Every line I write is profit now, every bar a piece of land The same addiction to the risk, the same love for the chase But now the prize is a future, not a temporary space [Chorus] Yeah, the doctor’s got a clipboard, but the dealer’s got that shiiiiit One’s a slow-motion funeral, the other's is better than a Big ass set of tiiiiiits Prescriptions come with warnings, but the powder comes with wings Hard drugs ain’t no hobby, they’re the devil’s favorite things They hit like a freight train, no label, no side effects to read Just a rush that makes you feel like you finally got what you need [Bridge] The secret ain’t in textbooks, it’s in the scars you earned Every overdose a lesson, every bridge you burned Turned the fire into fuel, turned the poison into gold The wealth is in the wisdom that the pain has always sold No more chasing highs that leave you lower than the floor Now I’m stacking bricks of freedom, and I’m locking every door