Lyrics:
proud? Are we proud?
Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filter
Making boring people famous
Let's pretend they're fascinating
Let's tell little
On that misty summer night I saw you standin' in the moonlight
And soon I found myself deep in trouble with you
By your looks I couldn't understand
they chaining you with the fourth
Matter of fact you're hoping people
Are replicating your warmth
But cold places raise cold people
And this is the north
wit us
Won’t get that back
She on Snapchat got no filter
She wanted love like topanga
She not a angel
She like to fuck from them angles
Yesterday I was
directions, I'm split down the middle getting torn up
Blinded by the strobe lights, instagram filters and the forced love
How come the effort don't count but
the devil needs a ride
Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight
I'm driving past your house while you were sneaking out
I got
the middle
Conquer your fears, shed those bitter tears
You've spent years remaining fierce, Til all your troubles disappear
Make some new memories, make peace
selfie has a filter
You throw up rhymes but I’m still sicker
After a few shots I’m feeling on another level
I see your shy you say you’re an angel well I’m
with no purpose, only people still worship
Live a lie of a life so it looks different on the surface
You're too blind to tell the angels from
As I stand here with these people and the things I don't know
Gonna have to run and put my weapons down
I've been fighting for my pride but drowning for
My angel baby
I'll 'lmost anythin' to
Keep you for my lady
I hope, you're in my heart
And trouble's now to wait
Say that you'll destine
My love
She's always with me as long as I'm alive
Always on the guide limit being cockeyed
Got an angel's smile, always brightening up this life's tough strive
Faces in the water
angels in the snow
trouble all around me, I know
trouble everywhere I go
Drunken pictures of living
no angels by your side
Ok I, I woke up feeling like
I could die today
Make it home I gotta find a way
By any means, I know
Trouble lurkin
But could never close
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
no huddle
'Cause if you didn't make it everybody got in trouble
I won't let that money define me
I let my struggles refine me
I know my angels
trouble betting
On the flood, against the ark
You see, I knew about the ending
What happens to the heart
I was handy with a rifle
My father's .303
I
You gotta go go Christmas,
Don't stop the Jingle Bell,
Rocken 'round the
Mistletoe til we drop!
Angels in the snow
With cold kiss from Santa
Two bitches, they identical, don't know who to give it to
Bitches like some angels and the dick done made them spiritual
M.D.B the king, the king
of angels coming after me
They were coming for to carry me home
Come by here, my Lord
Come by here
Come by here, my Lord
Come by here
Come by here, my Lord
[Verse 1]
I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble
Packin a Smith & Wesson
Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin
You can tell that I'm evil
By
selling
Topic back to me and how my life getting better
Rest in peace Zipho and Khanya and aunt Helen
Angels walk with me by my sides and these weapons
cave in
I made it out the rubble but the trouble didn't stop there
Dodging blue lines, chasing white with more some more beer
Ignore the fear that my
and i just wanna see her
couldn't know her she ain't looking for strugle
she ain't looking for ain't looking for no trouble
she's an angel I can look
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