Shift my trust to you it's like a crystal clear night Expand in all directions get the sections to unite Hashem's rays fire blaze light my way light
best, poor haters On permanent, hi-atus as I skate in the Maybach Benz, fly this guy leavin Pumpin "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
laugh, fuck her I'm out smashed (mash) Get 'em out that paper, no one escape us, yes we comin Heavenly angel's will they help me, I'm grindin stayin out
a love that won?t grow REPEAT CHORUS I wonder if guardian angels cry When they see it all played out And as they stand with their hands tied Oh, do they cry out
with the truth that I share like stock buyers Retire And get your head right Facin' me and lovin' lights is a contradiction like an Amish website Deacon the read light
everybody (So high so high) [Chorus 2] [Verse 3 - Up in Clouds] (Krayzie Bone) [Up in Clouds] [Heavenly hosts and angels above] Roll smoke toke choke pull out
Bad lands) [x4] This is a place where babies are hooked on drugs Before they see the light of day A land where doctors'll necessarily cut them out their
records, you lock stiff in my presence My Squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and affect it Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your soul out
Send me an angel in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning,
Gipp Should I spend or should I hold on for what tomorrow brings Fly ain't that roll egg, so many lips in my head Seeing some act up from one tste out
flower If that light went on that meant go Say what you really mean, I atone For all the women I abused as a youngster People got four fifths out this
(Bad lands) This is a place where babies are hooked on drugs Before they see the light of day A land where doctors'll necessarily cut them out their
an angel in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling [
, poor haters On permanent, hi-atus as I skate in the Maybach Benz, fly this guy leavin Pumpin "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo In Los Angeles, like an evangelist