ANGELS/LIMBO (feat. James Ultra)

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Cameron Dane Scott

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Angels
Everybody got angels

(Angels)
Set the bar sit back
Wa-watch em Limmboo

(Ou-Ou-Ou-Outrageous)

The flow outrageous
Mc wit the most hot phrases
(Uh)
Imma go my way just
Simply Empty out my basement
(Base-Base)
I Spent all my days
Wonderin if imma ever make it
Can't fake it
N that's all I'm saying
I'm not like Jay
They wanna ball like snakes
N its Not my thang
Used to rock drake till his Hotline tanked

And man I'm too blown
Only puffin that two toned
That too gone
That what you on

Only wear my jacket in the city and I only got a fifty percent of my jewels on my shoes on
Same expense that my dues on
See the text that my few is on
See the world that my news on
If I can see the world then my crews on

Smokin my dope in a situated place
Wit a situated bitch
It's what situations make
It's a situation dog
And I situate the cake like
Count that
And a bit of my calls wit a dial back
And a bit of my broads wit a sound check
And a bit of my ballin wit a bounce check
And a bit of my jaw they wouldn't count that

So I give em my all
Without an ask back
And if you havin a question
Gotta fall back
I gotta fall back
And then it's all wack
I mean God

Don't matter who raised you
Wether or not you is made this music could change you

F*ck out my face dude
We could build towers wit bitches that's sour as grapefruit
I hate you
Okay maybe not because hate is just Something I can't do

(Uh)
(Now you got me swinging like Babe Ruth)

Angels
Everybody got angels
We could ride top down
But when the sky falls down
Ain't nobody gonna save you
Chicken little
Lemme spit a riddle
Imma dog you can not put me in the kennel
In the middle for the meantime, I been in a beeline to the top since a little kiddo

(I get sentimental)

Been legitimate independent my pen is venom
Get unlimited winnin with what we finna send em
Not a ten out of ten I'm eleven elevate my level
Got one hell of a business wit my inner rhythm

Angels
Everybody got angels
We could ride top down
But when the sky falls down
Ain't nobody gonna save you

(Angels)

(Oooo)
(Woah)
(Woah)

This that new type shit that get the mood right
Mind Create design it's face time bitch I'm the new Skype (Hype)

They say I'm Too nice
I stay fly as two kites
Equip Polite gestures
I suggest ya getchyo screws tight
Don't get confused produce the shit you amused by
Every place I left Never forget to Hit the Bullseye
Send they threat direct but that's some bullsheisse
People think I'm blessed
I'm like yes bitch thats gazuntite

My pen gold
Been broke
Like soda mixed wit mentos
I'm Finna blow
Set the bar Sit back and watch em limbo

Temple my mind throughout my life I thought was simple
Explosive mental
Sit back and watch my shit grow
Just wrote this shit cuz it was sick wish I was rich tho
Mean muggin
Off a impulse
I see the stuff that y'all miss (Woah)
Ain't teamin up wit top picks (No)
Imma beat 'em up wit my fists
Might eatchya lunch
I might drink a punch
Cuz I ain't eat in months
And I'm quenched
(Woah)

Set the bar sit back and watch em' Limbo

(Angels)
(Yup)
(Woah Woah)
(Woah Woah)

Explosive mental sit back and watch my shit grow

(Woah Woah Woah)
(Sit back and watch em Limmboo)

Angels
Everybody got angels

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