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talks to angels,
They call her out by her name
She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She
Got a sweet black angel
Got a pin up girl
Got a sweet black angel
Up upon my wall
Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star
But she sure talk
to angels.
They call her out by her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket.
She wears
talks to angels.
They call her out by her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She keeps a lock of hair in her
talks to angels.
They call her out by her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She keeps a lock of hair in her
talks to angels.
They call her out by her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She keeps a lock of hair in her
talks to angels.
They call her out by her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She keeps a lock of hair in her
talks to angels.
They call her out by her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She keeps a lock of hair in her
Got a sweet black angel, 
Got a pin up girl, 
Got a sweet black angel, 
Up upon my wall. 
Well, she ain't no singer 
And she ain't no star,
to angels.
They call her out by her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket.
She wears
from the wicked

D-Dog clear I wouldn't be wet
The black to mourn, tomorrow's death
The evil things, glad that I, while angels wrote this violence
the strenght of her memories
Felt like an angel had been sent to me
She lived from nigga to colored to negro to black
To afro then african-american and right
Oh boy real life, real talk
Calm down I can hear them Jimmy Choo's when you walk
You're black, you're white, best of both types my yin and yang wife
a rush along the Fulham Road 
Into the Ever-passion Play. 

And who comes here to wish me well? 
A sweetly-scented angel fell. 
She laid her head upon
[Pusha T (Pharrell)]
I'm At Your Door, Your Eyes Are Like Why Are You Here
Judging By My Steel I Got Something To Do Here
Give Up The Money Or The Angel
one saga
One chapter of black magic, I'm Harold Potter
Feels like I'm doomed to dealing with women who
Relationships with their fathers won't allow us
Angels and demons
Mellowed out, Stylistic singer
Corner store postup
Backstreet wanderer
Butter your toast up
Tight pussy conqueror
Smart aleck, talk
when a gypsy woman passed by. She stopped and asked
me if I would like my fortune read and I had never had it done so I was
more than happy to say yes.
rapper comin' hard as me then name one
Talk a lot of shit about me, I don't entertain em
Bang em, fuck hoes used to ball and chain em
The groupie