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full of snow
And history and beauty and Christmas-lights and cold
With angels that come when all is lost
In golden light at dead of night
They take you

but I
Just won't start rewind back to them old days, when my heart was blind
As long as you standin' by my side
No other girl's gonna come on this car

Don't F up my zen
Don't frick with my vibe
I'm surrounded by angels
I role with the tribe
Got them by my side
That means I'm alright
Don't F up my

I was kinda young when this boy started a family
Barely skating by not much food in the pantry
Bologna, ramen noodles, cheese that was satisfactory

I'm havin' good times
Came from the dark, now I'm in the sunshine
Shoulda seen the way I cried when my best friend died
Like why
By my God, come

Raw medicine



The sunstone metal & chrome a rebel at home run with trombone saxophone crowns & thrones keep
the angels every side me I’m never alone
I

But it doesn't matter now

Nice to meet you

Welcome to hell


Now that the enemy is dead

Killed by the love I couldn't have

My tale has come

f*** dy


Worse 
Chanel lipstick on the table when I look by my side there is a body like a angel 
Victoria’s Secret is her dream 
But first thing first

Or a conversation in a car 
You got too much on your mind 
I got too much on my plate 
And yet I'm running out of time 
I wanna slide home 
Cause then I just know

accomplishments is whispered by my critics
The ones that ride with me reap the benefits that come with it
I'm saying

I'ma need you to vacate the premises
You

desolation angels won't you come home soon.

met by chance

Call you everyday on the telephone

Break your neck if you ain't home



We can get married and have a house in the country

Love's

being soaked by the rain.
God may have taken
you from this world,
but he left me with an Angel
" Our little girl. "

with their hands
They're blowing all the other kids away

Angels stole the show
The roaring seraph, singing thunder
Called the mother's children home

inside
You're like my own amusement park and only I can take a ride
And sex is bliss sometimes we come home at night
Make love, kiss, hug, drink, drug

the end
Freshly mowed lawn, four-door in the front
The darkness inside that we never confront
Momma sips wine when dad doesn't come home
And the song sounds

mzinga kwa table
Dance dance we ndio naita. Angel 
Ima a foreign 
I'm a Kenyan 
I'm Kenyan boy 
Ka umekuja tafuta bibi club zetu 
Utapata wacha kwani zangu

come back to my spaceship
&, Why I see these dead faces?
Falling out of my payslip
I might cause a ruckus if you say shit
Cuz y’all can’t touch my

neighbors ain't really thinkin' bout later
But when them pretty girls momma's pull up we was angels 
Soon as they pull off horns pop up underneath them halos

And ready to rob a nigga
This the diary of a criminal
That ain't got shit
Growing tired of the drama
That this life come with
But I refuse to lose
So I'm

the clothing rack, so distracted by the scent of aftershave
They say, women overly forward could scare a man away
Well that’s a shame, these expectations get so

Do angels get their wings
When prey becomes the predator
Has nature changed a thing

Where have we come from
Where do we go
If this life is a prison

Did the bright lights guide you home?
Did the angels carry your soul?
Do you hear what my mind is thinking?
Are you alone?

I know it's time and you

never looked so charming
With flour on your nose
Won't you join me for a dance
By the fire as it grows
Now come lay beside me
Here under the tree