Turning 18
That's the death of whole lotta things
17, Gotta brand new gun with a beam
16, Hadda pick me up some purple lean
15, Taking blue pills with the weed
Running from the devil but he's closing in on me
I feel his hands around my neck
Chokeholding me
I fight back and I break free
No one is stopping me
Satan himself couldn't beat my ass
So please don't try me
I'm walking down a lonely road
There's no lights on this street
But at least I never sold my soul
God always got me
Couldn't sell my soul if I wanted to
It's not mine to give
God owns my soul
So if you want it
You gotta get through him
Turning 18,
That's the death of whole lotta things
17, Gotta brand new gun with a beam
16, Hadda pick me up some purple lean
15, Taking blue pills with the weed
Running from the devil but he's closing in on me
I feel his hands around my neck
Chokeholding me
I fight back and I break free
No one is stopping me
Satan himself couldn't beat my ass
So please don't try me
after dark - 18 Lyrics
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Turning 18
That's the death of whole lotta things
17, Gotta brand new gun with a beam
16, Hadda pick me up some purple lean
15, Taking blue pills with the weed
Running from the devil but he's closing in on me
I feel his hands around my neck
Chokeholding me
I fight back and I break free
No one is stopping me
Satan himself couldn't beat my ass
So please don't try me
I'm walking down a lonely road
There's no lights on this street
But at least I never sold my soul
God always got me
Couldn't sell my soul if I wanted to
It's not mine to give
God owns my soul
So if you want it
You gotta get through him
Turning 18,
That's the death of whole lotta things
17, Gotta brand new gun with a beam
16, Hadda pick me up some purple lean
15, Taking blue pills with the weed
Running from the devil but he's closing in on me
I feel his hands around my neck
Chokeholding me
I fight back and I break free
No one is stopping me
Satan himself couldn't beat my ass
So please don't try me
That's the death of whole lotta things
17, Gotta brand new gun with a beam
16, Hadda pick me up some purple lean
15, Taking blue pills with the weed
Running from the devil but he's closing in on me
I feel his hands around my neck
Chokeholding me
I fight back and I break free
No one is stopping me
Satan himself couldn't beat my ass
So please don't try me
I'm walking down a lonely road
There's no lights on this street
But at least I never sold my soul
God always got me
Couldn't sell my soul if I wanted to
It's not mine to give
God owns my soul
So if you want it
You gotta get through him
Turning 18,
That's the death of whole lotta things
17, Gotta brand new gun with a beam
16, Hadda pick me up some purple lean
15, Taking blue pills with the weed
Running from the devil but he's closing in on me
I feel his hands around my neck
Chokeholding me
I fight back and I break free
No one is stopping me
Satan himself couldn't beat my ass
So please don't try me
Writer: After Dark
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