Falling through pages of Martens on angels Feeling my heart pull west I saw the future dressed as a stranger love in a space-dye vest Love is an act
believe if you can touch it and see it, it must Be real so go believe it. But I've never seen Jesus I've never seen God, so he's only a thesis And I'm
know it's too big! Uhh! Yeah, Fuck you I gotta bulletproof heart Hit it baby I'll never fall in love with you Ever! If you got glass so long too Biyatch
long ago There was a little rapper about to blow But his album came and it was not good I think it went lead or double copper wood So the silly little
box with no space with Thug Angels singin, sayin [background harmonizing - repeat 2X] {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh- -uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..} [Wyclef Jean - (over harmonizing)] So
angels says "Ain't you tired of being alone?" Third angel says "Do the right thing, meat" Fourth angels says "Check that other little angel walkin' on down the street" Seven angels
somebody even had to tell me twice So this music is my sacrifice, so I'll be dedicated Determinated and dependable, to demonstrate directly And use the opportunity correctly So
" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") -- [Lucky Luciano] [Chorus: Shyykidd] Don't mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what, so cold Competition You could
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
were rappin' with Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Are you from Los Angeles New York or just a janitor From Canada? Oh Can-i-bitch So in two seconds flat
, 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
ghetto girls and boys In my neighbourhood , whether black or hispanic Yo, this is some positive shit but please don't panic You can still rock to it so