Diabla
Written by: K. Wilson
©2009 ASCAP

Verse 1
They say a morning of awkwardness is better than a night of loneliness
seeing her with another dude got him loading yet loathing why am I holding this
And killing over a female its more about the principle
I know girls that love dudes that are tryin to homewreck their institutes
you think what 2 people have should be sacred left alone
Truly respected by any real mans own
Thoughts of interfering gets you left with nothing but
being broke with a bonus of broken bones
he stands there confused and lost for what he postponed
while cartridge projectiles fly through cavities zoned
no dentists ya need triage an ER to hold back that destiny contact PR
Its breakin all muscle matter and things shatter
served with a sentence that'll splatter your brain matter

Chorus
I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside

You call it love I call it death
I call it stress you call it best

I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside

You call it great I call it hate
I call it fake You call it straight

Verse 2
Disillusioned hearts racing love chasing all that is running a life
to feel warm and fuzzy inside
with reckless self endangerment a drunk driver
in the mental state yet mentally challenged
anyone will cheat no matter how virtuous under the right circumstance
its to spite their faith
we are only here to procreate
These are things that remain part of the complication
for people to find to do what’s defined as right could actually be wrong
that’s what the sad song is for
maybe you wont ignore and this time you’ll seek to ask for more
into the reasons you did what you did
took the plunge but before had kids illegitimate
wanting to spread your seed but you can’t care for it
the garden is ruined and you ain’t here for it


Chorus
I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside

You call it love I call it death
I call it stress you call it best

I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside

You call it great I call it hate
I call it fake You call it straight

Verse 3
She had a tendency to serve hearts a la carte
Ruthless like mixed martial arts no narcs and no option tapout
A sport for blood she had him in the van damme made him black out
She really has no feelings but lives for the thrill of a vulture
A culture of vanity and for that she is a mulcher of insanity
And she’ll eat it all down to the bone and the carcass
Leaves no stone unturned she just marks us
Feels so alone so why did she start this
An unseen monster in her mind the lochness
Caught this and brought her tears down to the water
always wanted to feel loved like daddys daughter
Expected men to give the absent love of her father
to get back at all man she developed a poisoned end
for those that try to give her heaven she’s hell bent

Chorus 2x
I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside

You call it love I call it death
I call it stress you call it best

I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside

You call it great I call it hate
I call it fake You call it straight