Lyrics:
to set you free
Darling you should be long gone, oh long gone by now
You should be with someone, someone
Glisten and shine
You promised me
You've
night
It had me shook drinking
Peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin' there kickin' it with
turning caine into rocks
And I carry two glocks so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by
Angel face, we just met
Well, just how lucky can one boy get
There's a light in your eyes
I know it's love and I know that I could be happy
With
to set you free
Darling you should be long gone, oh long gone by now
You should be with someone, someone
Glisten and shine
You promised me
You've
a fisherman
Yea, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith and Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I
She's got a sticker on her pickup says made by Smith & Wesson
She's a little Texas twister in a big old black Stetson
She's an angel in red ropers
from the way
That you fell right to me from above
Heard you singing like an angel
Dancing with the devil
Honey you've got me
On another level
You got
She likes whiskey with her water
She starts dancing when the stars come out
She ain't your typical preacher's daughter
She'll leave you dreamin' yeah
to jolt
Angels injected him with lyrical dope
The same drug they gave Hemingway and Edgar Allen Poe
The whole world's raven for the baby, the bell tolls
a minute
Don't compare me to them other niggas
Desert Eagle, Smith & Wesson
I'm about to go to war, gon' pledge allegiance
Where the real friends at when
Turn my lights on
How the fuck you quiet with the mic on?
I don't get anxiety, you Sam Bowie-ass niggas
I just get my Mike on
Y'all said I
got cigs, we got Caine
We got boof 10 for 2
Bullets have a nigga dancing look
Like he doing the shoot
Bishop off of juice keep a Smith
& Wesson in my
motherfucking Gorgeous
As the gull wing doors lift
Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith
Whiter than that coke brush that they paint me with
Sunk leather seats
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 cries two
Dancing with the Devil, baby
Oh what are you gonna do about it?
Thinking 'bout my life here lately
Oh what the hell did I do?
Angel on my shoulder
Crazy Janey and her mission man
Were back in the alley trading hands
Along came Wild Billy with his friend Gee Man
All duded up for Saturday night
a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home
There's an angel standing in the sun
And he's crying with a loud voice
"This is the supper
And Mr smith & Wesson wanna
Kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit
Fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver,
bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire
Quick to pop off let a couple shots off
Leave 'em bleeding out with his shoes & his socks off
War dancing I ain't trying to make it rain though
of the dungeon
Bad hoe out of the shadows
Spicy drippin in Cajun
Dancing with the devil in the moon light
Baby I'm trouble you can see it in my eyes
Double 47
a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home
There's an angel standing in the sun
And he's crying with a loud voice
"This is the supper
thick green leaves
Monkey mischief no one grieves
Angels watching from above
Smiling down with so much love
[Chorus]
Swinging high and swinging low
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