Lyrics:
Bet i pull up whenever you need me
Fly you out to cabo to see you in that bikini
Take you out to eat i know you like fettuccine
Baby my little angel
featuring Angel Cake
c'mon Bobby turn off that loud shit
Damn I want to hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you
You know
and by
Whoa, an angel plays a southern hymn
On a silver mandolin
Shining in the delta sun
Prayers dance across the prairie
Nothin' there is ordinary
turns into sweet tea
On the bayou, by and by
Whoa, an angel plays a southern hymn
On a silver mandolin
Shining in the delta sun
Prayers dance
What the young trend settin musician I be
Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring yo mrs. By me
I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t
If I
I caught fly fish
Weezy F bitch, I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little doggs just shaking out fleas
I kill
What should I do with all this residue
Where do angels fly
Giants used to walk around
Back when things were big
That's why fish are falling from
the water, make my life a bit more wavy
And I'm hoping that you'll maybe
Let me take you by the hand
Lead you to the water
Get caught up in all the sand
Now
Tryna live like Sosa in Dubai
I ain't gotta sell coca to be fly
Got next like a bowtie on a guy
Drove by in a 5 two dimes in the car
Seventy outside,
the angels, spread your wings
Heaven's heading to war
Now it's time to soar
When I grow cold, and awful lonely
I've got my mission
And they're counting on me
see it
Opps move in the dark, get the light, and I beam it
I move by faith not feelings
And when I pray I'm kneeling
I get that fish I'm realing
I eat
with a spirit and soul
And gave us this freedom, the angels yearn to know
Words and Music by Timothy W. Lovell
Copyright Secured, All Rights Reserved
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
dome's already shattered
By the shit that's occurred
Drivin home tipsy from the club, puffin herb, vision blurred
Thinkin bout them niggaz who caught
and downs then an Impala switch
Get your hand out of my pocket nigga, go fish
I was born by myself so I don't owe yall shit
Nigga you tell me, what you
mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch
Get yo' hand out my pocket nigga, go fish
I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all shit
Nigga you tell me,
dome's already shattered
By the shit that's occurred
Drivin home tipsy from the club, puffin herb, vision blurred
Thinkin bout them niggaz who caught
to
It's big rank
Like a walking fish tank
With this water on me
I'm the coolest sensei
Like Miygi though
Hibachi on the farthest coast
Protected by
Stuck up in that abyss, I was by myself when I made it out
And I be shameless
Roll with the angels, with demons outside my house
Ain't tryna get
Hat without a head. One shoe in the ditch.
Car crash in the cornfield. Fish camp by the river.
Black helicopters. Vigilante mobs. Trucks
that come
the label does
Weed, ketamine, coke, x, and angel dust
I'd lie by saying that growing
Up here was dangerous
I drive an Aceta but I ain't the busty
Perfect
Blake says no one ever really loved him
They just faked it to get money from the government
And Blake thinks angels grow when you plant angel
As I was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius, which to Angels look like torment and insanity. I collected some
Peace, peace
Yo, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game God
D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white
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