[Intro – Alligator Splash + Organ]
[Slow footsteps on wet wood]
Down here…
evil don’t always show up with horns.
[Gold lighter flicks open]
Sometimes…
it smell like expensive cologne and cigar smoke.
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[Verse 1]
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Black Cadillac crawlin’ through the rain slow,
Gold teeth flash underneath the street glow.
Gator-skin boots on Bourbon pavement,
Whole aura scream money and danger.
He talk smooth like a preacher man,
But every handshake got blood on the hand.
Smile sharp like a switchblade grin,
The devil down South wear gator skin.
Women lean close when he enter rooms,
Trumpets hush beneath the moon.
Everybody know he got power and vice,
The kind of charm that ruin your life.
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[Hook – Choir + Heavy Bass]
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The devil wears gator skin tonight…
Walk through the city dressed in light.
Smooth talk…
Cold grin…
Sin look expensive in Louisiana wind.
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[Verse 2]
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He buy drinks while the jazz band cry,
Tell young boys how to hustle and survive.
“Get rich or drown,” that’s the code he preach,
While temptation dance to the backbeat.
Church mothers whisper when he pass by,
Say his soul got swallowed long time.
But even they know darkness seduce,
Especially where poverty produce.
That’s the thing about evil down here—
It rarely arrive lookin’ severe.
Nah… it come dressed clean and fine,
With velvet words and expensive shine.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
Be careful what you admire…
The South know how to decorate destruction.
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Black water underneath the gold…
Every pretty thing ain’t good for the soul.
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[Verse 3]
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Maybe the devil ain’t one man at all,
Maybe he every voice callin’ us to fall.
Greed in the heart, pride in the chest,
Temptation dressed in Southern finesse.
And every city got one like him,
Walkin’ through smoke with a polished grin.
Remindin’ us darkness ain’t always loud—
Sometimes it just blend in with the crowd.
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[Final Hook – Full Brass + Choir]
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The devil wears gator skin tonight…
Moves through shadows and neon light.
Smooth words…
Cold eyes…
The South still dance with dangerous lives.
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[Outro – Thunder + Slow Footsteps]
By the time you realize who he is…
you already owe him somethin’.
