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Angels

 

Angels

(album: STILL (Five & A F*** You) [Deluxe] - 2023)


Won't forget the lessons she taught me
She'd smoke cigarettes and drink coffee
Never be too extra speak softly
Even when you depressed just think lofty
Protect your neck when you in these streets cause
Every step could be costly
Make sure the devil keep off me
Take no regrets to your coffin
Sometimes, I sit at your grave and really don't know what to say
So many thoughts inside my head I never show or convey
So I end up talking about some random Shit that happened that day
Just to tell myself my nigga she can't hear you no way
I'm ashamed that I feel silly talking to grass
So I put this beat on and laid down every thought I can grasp
A walk through the past, lives lost in a crash
And would they be here today if they chose to take an alternate path
All the hearts that I broke, all the love that we made
All the dirt I swept underneath the rug just to save
Their perception of me, shit my intentions were good
Far too late to take it back but I be wishing I could
Forever misunderstood, I ain't easy to love
Was out of touch and out of reach when you just needed a hug
I got mad at Smoove for dropping some old shit that we made
Got cold and disengaged
Never got to tell him thanks for the role this nigga played
Early in my career now the only way I can give him his roses is his grave
If you can't save yourself then who soul you finna save
What road you finna pave corroded and depraved

Let my angels sing
Let my angels sing
Let my angels sing

Threw all my morals out the window chasing dollar bills
Rap was a hobby still that led me to some solid deals
I'm stressed the homie be like bruh you gotta chill
But if you was baring all of this weight you would probably feel like u body build
They hit me like I seen you on tv with such and such
So I'm the man when the fam need a couple bucks
Truth is I got it but I ain't got it
But still will end up doing a solid just cause I'm solid
Shows ain't selling out shit I prolly won't even profit
That's why when they say they proud of my progress I switch the topic
I heard don't be so deep it'll hit if it's more melodic
But it's fans that say that I saved they lives with shit that I jotted
It's a balance
And since I would choose to pursue this talent
I ultimately accepted the challenge so here's my ballad
This goes to all the ones who gon ride 'til the end
I really appreciate the love, signed by a friend

Let my angels sing
Let my angels sing
Let my angels sing

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