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papa left 
I got deserted that mean
Imma need some agua yes please
Time together diminishing 
I was wishing to come too 
Stay by my side until we die

you truly are an angel sent from above
You bring me back the faith that almost faded away
You're like a dream come true only if you could stay
Hay una

Yeah, I'm drunk, fucked
Stumbling down the motor way
I'm jacked up
I can't seem to find my way back home
No, I don't think I'll ever know which way

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

desolation angels won't you come home soon.

Gonna take that railroad, gonna travel by the street
7,000 miles from sea to shining sea
Standing on a rooftop in the Tennessee sun
Maybe we're just

Glock, I got this bitch clutched like a fist, I ain't tryna be ranked, I don't care 'bout no list
Home run hitter, when I swing I don't miss, and my

hate me with a passion
I be supplying the pipe
I think the racist my shoot me
When I be staying the night
But that daddies little angel
So he keep it

And we overprotective
Power shocks and did it At high speeds
This a Sinai beam full of Home teams

Sinai Sinai Sinai Sinai Sinai Sinai Sinai Sinai
Sinai

Make believe I'm locked inside of my home
Outside there's a storm
Dont know how we'll weather this cold when it's done
But we've faced the ice age

Til they fucking close the curtains
I be chilling by myself in this bitch niggas lurking
According to the gram we do not put the work in
According

the weekend
Aint even when the demons started creeping
Come home see past moms pretending
Over 10 years think she just started healing now
See her son doing

And the angels relay them to Heaven
Where even the slightest thought is heard by God
Two way celestial conversations
With no time to rehearse or reverse
What was

since I made your home
Nothing new on the schedule of disappointment
To Ignore God, you book way too many appointments
The world? Y’all made me flood it,

flagrant foul
A fallen angel known by many names what you prefer
I'm Craig Jackson to the public, undercover Lucifer
Fuck Delane
Fuck Chris
Don't rock wit

pretty she was an angel lovely soo much like fallen straight up from heaven
He would just stand right there n stare at her for hours
And when she smiles

beef
But come for me or one of mines
I'm all up on you like SARS
When they spot a tattoo
Taboo thoughts on my mind when I spot the opps
Call the shots

head
I'll hang you
You'll dangle no racial an angel
Ski mask designer cocked facial
He pull it
The bullet look hazel it daze you
Get fatal
In sick drip

between the angels
Tying up our bodies
We were born sick, a mouth full of blood spit
Like the snake comes around the rose
Fadeaway like the smoke of our

and you're fake
Can't steal my dreams you're not even awake
I keep on flowing go play by the lake
I know I'm no angel but I'm raised in LA
I've got more keys

hear this and see the love
But now you're an Angel and it's like you're home
Never forgotten, Mamba out

Want no smoke, all my niggas with the nonsense
Late night, homie come alive when he off meds (Uh)
You be lookin’ obvious
Took a picture with a real nigga

Armed & Disillusioned
Harold Rooster

Mother said, ‘Never kiss an angel’.
And a dozen other things, I forget.
The first and foremost thing that was

than we know
By thinking in your terms of Us and Them
I've found the worst for you is yet to come again

Don't turn your back on me now
Or you make wake