Angels With Filthy Souls

Rhymes are drywalling Sky is falling But It's no time for stalling (stalling) They out there balling (balling) They out there balling (their balling) Yeah (yeah) Skrrt (skrrt) Yeah Chest pounding How could you leave? Two hands cup my heart Trying not to bleed Messed up from love So I keep things clean Not together Other piece of my heart What do you mean Need to let go And find another life Need to cut the booze and ties Hoping for a day You don't cross my mind Looking toward the day That I'll be fine Feeling weak-willed You were always mine I still want you in my life I used to be prepared to let you go But this pain that hurts Is all I know We're not friends And we're not foes 11-year addiction to highs and lows Yet for your love I think I'd give my soul I hope I'm in my purpose I wanna play my role Don't want to delve through trash Looking for gold My heart's desire's never been told Minds safety has always been hold Where did comfort turn cold When did loyalty get sold How do I brave this mode Damn! Ttt How do I brave this mode Yeah Rhymes are drywalling Sky is falling But It's no time for stalling (stalling) They out there balling (balling) They out there balling (their balling) Yeah Rhymes are drywalling Sky is falling But It's no time for stalling (stalling) They out there balling (balling) They out there balling (their balling) yeah I'm doing the impossible Yeah I'm still doing it Rising up holy ghost No there's no cruising this I hear them chariots now Time to leave the cave To wear a crown I see you from a mile away Losing with the hate you gave It's on-site and signal I let you suckers mingle Like seeing someone from the past And they overreact For where you at And where they lack They player hating Those are small facts I'm not calling back Cherish moments while you spoof But nothing keeps it's youth But a tree and the truth Secret weapon like a gun pen Keep you guessing While you resting Always diligent Had sauce without gravy My legs insured salute Rih she navy They blame me For how the hood raised she Wolf on wall street hustle Mixed with a rasta mind I load lyrics up like a reggae whine Let the shots shoot one time Time to even up unfinished lines Like a barber that stays Picking up his line On my way They running out of time Time to even up unfinished lines Like I'm on construction And left a day job Why they play god God's angel True warrior they day mob Yeah They day mob Yeah yeah