Oscar Bunnik - Selling coke to the devil lyrics

{ intro } I'm scared to close my eyes I'm scared to open them Ooh god I'm gonna die out here { verse 1 } It's that young atilla, that microphone killa, striking out of nothing , coming at you like guerilla That young atilla, microphone killa Now let me tell the story how he came to be this villain { verse 2 } Now let me take you back to summer 2016 To an anxious little loser with daddies cash in his jeans Clinging to the safety of the known, of the same routines Biggest problems was wether to burn up or eat his greens I took my blessings for granted, and forgot what i had Did not accеpt what was handed, neglectеd to act Kill my happiness with silly fears and self doubt Obsessed with how my actions would sound from another mouth Listening to 2pac, all eyez on me Made me fantasize about the man, i one day could be So i listened to my idols and i took their advice Picked up a pen and paper and started to empty my mind Reached a certain peace of mind, when i completed like a page a day Slowly seeing signs of improvement, it wasn't straightaway But i was getting there climbing out of dark places Turned the lines into a space where i could cry gracious But still Something was missing Like a purpose of all my verses I had to bring them surface Then i looked towards my idolz again And i realized that i should try to be just like them That was the end of the therapy , now the anguish began I was a nobody untill i would be making those m's I kept chasing future that only turned me insane And now the medicine i found turned in the devils cocaïne { hook } Serenity or greed, only one seat, so make your choice Demons love your pain if you don't choose to cut the noise Destroy your mental in the chase if you're not being careful Or you will end up selling coke to the devil Don't you end up, don't end you end up Don't you end up, don't end you end up Don't you end up, don't end you end up Don't you end up, selling coke to the devil { verse 3 } Now let's go to februari two-thousand and twenty I went to stormzy live in amsterdam, crowd going sweaty But petty me was honestly only feeling envy The faillure of my dreams was starting to weigh on me heavy The funny thing , i didn't even really try yet The entitelment to think i could get those things without a sweat Waiting for the perfect time, cause i was afraid of regret Ain't no such thing as perfect time, so you just gotta make it that Now it's april , i was fighting my demons inside Being locked up in the the house, i had nowhere to hide My thoughts kept haunting me, crippling me, stealing energy Had to help myself , i wouldn't satisfy my enemies So i picked up a pen Bought a usb mic Started to use all this time Started to work on my rhymes So i could work on my tracks that i released in july I aimed for the moon but wasn't ready to fly { verse 4 } So the boy crashed right back down to the earth Smile on his face with his head in dirt Seeing that his faillure is nothing special He tried to stop selling coke to the devil But let me tell you, the devil' s an addict And as soon as you will stop feeding him, then he start to panic Trying to trick you into darkness again You may fall down 9 times but you will get up 10 { verse 5 } Released a couple tracks while i overflowed in my confidence Cause i was doing numbers, and drowning in all the compiments I made a mistake and now i should really acknowledge it I went for the accomplishments instead of the astonishments Won't go for the charts instead of that i will go for the heart Now you will find the real me, if you choose to break my songs apart Feel my blessings since i turned my l's into my lessons Now i take a different road, but still going in the same direction { hook } Serenity or greed, only one seat, so make your choice Demons love your pain if you don't choose to cut the noise Destroy your mental in the chase if you're not being careful Or you will end up selling coke to the devil Don't you end up, don't end you end up Don't you end up, don't end you end up Don't you end up, don't end you end up Don't you end up, selling coke to the devil