Fallen Angels

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J. Paris

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Light, falls from the sky
And dreams, come true from time to time
But I hope that this time it comes true
I hope that this time I find you

I've given up on love, given up on hope
But one thing that I know that's still true down to my soul oh nah, nah, is light

Falls from the sky
And dreams, come true from time to time
And even when I've given up on love, given up on hope
Given up on trust, given all my soul

I'm still going into the most, still making the most
Still putting up toasts, I'm still chasing after the goal and you know

Yeah

Reasons, deep end
Bust down, leaving
She might take out to Marcus
Neiman, demon

Price on your name
Put a, price on your head
That girl don't play
But a, maestro with your bread, and I'm telling 'em watch me, yeah

I been playing cold like this was hockey, yeah
Know she want that chocolate like I'm pokey, yeah
I know that it's been a little rocky, uh, yeah
But I'm begging you right now to stay, nah, yeah

Won't you stay, nah
Baby needa stay, nah, yeah
Won't you stay, nah, yeah
With me

Light, falls from the sky
And dreams, come true from time to time
But I hope that this time it comes true
I hope that this time I find you

I've given up on love, given up on hope
But one thing that I know that's still true down to my soul oh nah, nah, is light

Falls from the sky
And dreams, can come alive
And even when I've given up on love, given up on hope
Given up on trust, given all my soul

I'm still going into the most, still making the most
Still putting up toasts, I'm still chasing after the goal and you know

I'm still, I'm still, I'm still, I'm still
Chasing after the goal and you know
I'm still, I'm still, I'm still, I'm still
Chasing after the goal and you know

Checking it off like Moffitt
Checking it all for the profit
Bretmann boys wanna cross me, uh
'Dem boys never cuda offed me, aye

What's that? Next
I need, checks
Rolio, wrist
That's a, flex

Getting broads in Atlanta
Rep the gang, bandana
Giving gifts like Santa
Giving gifts like who?

New girl from Montana
But her name isn't Hannah
Told me she a fan a
Fan of me and my crew

Yeah, I was just getting that shit
I was just reppin' that shit, lickity split
I was just selling the stove
They was just tryna hit, lickity split

I was just getting that shit
I was just reppin' the block, lickity split
I was just selling my soul
They was just tryna f*ck, lickity split

Yeah, I was just getting that shit
I was just reppin' that shit, lickity split
I was just selling that shit
I was just tryna hit, lickity split

I was just selling that shit
I was just reppin' that shit, lickity split
I was just selling that shit
They was just tryna hit, lickity split

Remember
When you walk on these paths, haha, Road to Elysium
You meet things, memories, moments
That you didn't wanna see, relive, repeat
Your biggest fears, your dark secrets
That shit never really goes away

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