Lyrics:
all perfect
We're all lost and we're all hurtin'
And just searchin' for somebody to love
We're all liars, we're all legends
We're all tens, I'd
Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51
angels broke cages
They seen animals, we made stages
Became famous by freein' the world of their own danger
Prison mentalities, we're all hanging from
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
heart of mine
Another portrait in my life watching the seasons passing by
Crystallizing every breath I take, even the subtle sighs
The wind carries
Cos her vision becomes infrared
She'll dance on tables, they say she's unstable
Deranged
She'll pull the legs off all her dolls
Helter skelter waits
posted)
(Ooh) if energy makes energy
X-rated love, X-rated love
If energy makes energy, makes energy
X-rated love, X-rated love
You know the love
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
Angels at His side
See Him now on a great white stallion
In the eastern sky
CHORUS:
Sent by the Father
Jesus go and call my children
A trumpet sounds
I wonder who it could be
Somebody's gon' to get in trouble
I know it isn't me
I'm just a little angel
But cha don't know what I've done
When
mr. mac-10,
With the infrared grin, I can't pretend,
Who I be, the s-e-are-v aka billy badgate
Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face
Frankie is gone
Daddy's figured it out by now
She's long gone
To a town she'd heard in a song
On the radio years ago
On a bus
Frankie offers
pay per view ability
Angel flight superhero, platform shoes
Stomp down, return smacks, sniffin afro hairy chest
Being, often seen, the Atlantic
Ohhh ahhh ohhhh ahhh [x2]
(Ghetto angel) ghetto
(Ghetto angel) angel
(Ghetto angel) wassup
(Ghetto angel)
Damn my baby is so fine,
And she
to pass by
But she can close her eyes and dream about
The country boy
Chain of gold and a lullaby
Because he's waltzin' with the angels tonight
It's
to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now
It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you
Infrared beamers keep ya posse on my penis
Now it's on wicked in this da link a mid to west flex
The abyss to this bitch who dis this click
Bliss is hangin'
who-who the fuck you be bitch you know me
I'm sum'n like a pimp(x2)
(Paul Wall:)
(Making em bop)
I'm sitting down in pimp mode
My trunk bump like a lymph
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long,
Sometimes I wonder do God really care man
Got pain in my soul you can tell by the stare man
Always travel with them shooters in caravans
False angels
Makes that eight by ten a brighter hill
Before he started doing all the hard time that he's doing
He was singing in them honky-tonks and dives
He dreamed
is cruel and has no wings
But I still hear angels sing
For my Julia
I remember being overwhelmed by her prettiness
If only she would look my way
The eventide
Has come again
To tell me I
Should leave by ten
I've got my keys
Clutched in my hands
Could be a knife
I tell myself
If I had
I wonder who it could be
Somebody's gon' to get in trouble
I know it isn't me
I'm just a little angel
But cha don't know what I've done
When
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