Lyrics:
can make
A living with the filter, they lied to you
- excuse me umh umh
You probably don’t know who I am, most
People don’t know who i am but
I have you
I'm under
When I say your name
Oh, what a mess you've made
Oh, you look like trouble
Unbelievable trouble
I just wanna be by your side
Yeah,
the brilliance of all my troubles
I want the angel
That will not shatter
Every time I whisper, "Girl it does not matter"
I want the angel
Who's got
the brilliance of all my troubles
I want the angel
That will not shatter
Every time I whisper, Girl it does not matter
I want the angel
Who's got the proof
(You're my, you're my)
Angel
You're my angel
You're my, you're my angel
You're my angel (uh)
Uh, yeah, uh
Back with another one
Trust, went
dreams secondly
I wouldn't do it generally
And I guess it's the Gemini
Cuz part of me is cold but the other part has empathy
And mixing it with mental
filters through the leaves.
Angels draped in shadow,
Shrouded by a storm,
Of disheveled feathers, off-white,
Unsettled tonight.
Floating in the water,
But
Tryna write a song, tryna master peace
Years fly by with you
Maybe that's a good thing
Maybe I done found me a good thing
Bird's eye high with you
stop me
I'm the OG everybody else is like a copy
Write in cursive yours is sloppy
A business man with eloquent legibility
A blessed soul with
defendent, shit just make sure if you goin' that they goin' with you, I just did
this shit by myself, I don't know you, I was just poppin' addy but I never
)
Won't you be mine, won't you be mine?
(Need someone to share my life)
Be my guardian angel (Angel)
Standing right by my side
I don't look for trouble
But
at Townhouse down in Venice Beach, oh no
Stealin' moments with you know who, oh oh
We won the war but not a day goes by
That I don't think I should've be with
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
turned backwards
Back when it was comedic relief to say, "Faggot"
Faggot, faggot, faggot, we ain't know no better
Elementary kids with no filter
of your woes
Just steal yourself a holiday
Crouching by the door
Ride and sway to music's pain
Searing with the sides
Caress it with a lover's touch
matted hair
Excrements filters through the brain
Hatred bends the spine
Filth covers the body pores
To be cleansed by dying time
Wrap your troubles in
break free
Yeah, the trouble with girls
Is nobody loves trouble as much as me
They're sugar and spice and angel wings
They're hell on wheels in
Mmmmmm
SMILE
When trouble surrounds me
SMILE
And I'm down I just need you to smile Bay Bay
SMILE
When I ain't seen the sun in a while
Surrounded by
From the first time I saw you little lady
(Little lady)
I thought you was an angel didn't see it
(Didn't see it)
Trap by your looks girl you got me
and rep but flodgin'
Niggas tweakin', dont really know that pain
Slid on em like snap with filters
Niggas hop on the mic
Get to cappin', and lyin' bout
Lord forgive me
Blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
Lost both of my kids,
package deal
A shotgun and a ring
Pink ice, hock the rice,
and let the angels sing
You're in trouble boy
You better run
Here comes your woman
With
I wonder what she feel inside
An angel on the gram, broken halo on VSCO
Why's your shit on priv with a link in your bio
I just seen it all, all it
eyes
Only Jah you must praise
Strive not with a man without cause
If he have done no harm
Let by gone be by gone
Said I had a close one yesterday
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