Lyrics:
body laying on the floor
Still ain’t get no MF fucking Justice yet
1 fired the other 2 stills walking with straps
Rest queen breonna go and get your rest
lie damn I miss you
Try to keep my eyes dry
I can't help but ask why
You was chosen by God
Got yo wings so you can fly
You my angel, seeing life from
Your heart is cold
Don't surrender to indifference
To your shallow world
Or with the dead you're gonna walk
You are the walking spirit
You are the dead
as they came
I wish they could see what I could see
I'm their angel, their guardian angel
We are all watched out for
By guardian angels, by guardian angels
forever. Spark ignites a flame
Silent lamentations miss my
Angel. Dreaming of tomorrow in the yesterday
Walking side by side with
Demons. Confined to chains
weeks later the break-ins rise
George got that look in his eyes
Sees some kid walking around
Wearing a hoodie, head turned down
CHORUS:
I can feel it
angel of heaven with
Some eagles feather
From di elephant trunk is how
Mi drink mi water
'Cause a mi rule Jamaica
But let mi tell you, 'cause a mi rule
Walk in my city, I feel like Jesus walking
Put it in sport, and you know ion get to talking
You know that I'm cool and I play by the rules
You
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
years old too young for an obituary
On his way back home from a convenience store through the yards of his neighbors was walkin
George Zimmerman spied him
I was walking down the street
The other day
When something caught my eye
You know I thought I saw an angel I said
Oh please don't pass me by
If you
hate me what they have against me
Wonder why I'm sacred to do outside without a semi
Angels by my side and I know that they've been really busy
I'm not
can't you be my wife?
As George, when drunk, was not at all an angel
He didn't always know a friend from foe
He'd wake up with a headache, and a stranger
week has a weekend
By this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can
Of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it
Every week has a weekend
INTRO: Badda badda ay yo rest in peace George Floyd and all of my brothers and sisters that's been taken by this racist system, This is the last
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
than music
Alien intrusion. Fallen angels in chains beneath the sewer
I sip hot chocolate topped with cool whip
Reminisce of how I felt when I caught my
the sheepskin black
With the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" piece on the back, yeah
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four,
in London
Bitches walking 'round naked in no pajamas
Lil' homie ran off with lots of numbers
And for that, I'm gonna fuck your aunt, your sis, your
Yeah ah
I was made by the mess (Play with the drip it got slippery splash)
I was made by the mess (Check at the combos they stitched up like that)
I
Oh I was walking
Down through gardens wet with rain
Someone changing
Changing everything
Then I was wondering
Who I was before we woke
from my favorite show
Sammy Terry in the back of the mortuary
Sammy Terry hanging out with George and Ghoulsby
Sammy Terry that's where I'll find my
the Angel in the Wood,
"Joseph, by your mighty arms,
You will rebuild what was lost
With the priesthood.
Many will despise you,
Others, live and prize you,
No
finally found someone, a girl I can lover forever never thought it would happen for me
Feels like I'm walking on water walking on water
When I'm with you
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