[Intro]
(Hey, Dog, what's up, man?
This shit hard)
[Verse 1]
'Fore I let these tears fall down my eyes, I'll weep in silence
Even if I tried to sell my soul, they probably wouldn't buy it
If it ain't these songs, I'll cry alone and sing in silence
Cartiers can't hide the fact that he been cryin'
And I been lookin' for your love and I can't find it
Girl, you know what you did, don't leave
Why we losin' chemistry, knowin' we got history?
Tell me this ain't one-sided, that you missin' me
He killin' everybody
They hit the flash, red in his eye, it got 'em scared 'round him
Buyin' shit to help me feel alive with these dead bodies
Interrogations 'bout relations, that's a dead topic
If you don't know me, don't approach me, you a fed probably
See a better life on the other side and I wish I had it
If it's made by Tago or Lando, I know it's magic
I told my bro once I'm on, we on, I'm knowin'
Wasn't for these drugs, wouldn't've wrote this song
[Chorus]
And they say he's been this way since eighteen
Mind is always racin', and they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
But it's just on the other hand
They go mad for a couple grams
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
[Verse 2]
I'ma fuck a Kylie
I'm somewhere posted in the bricks whenever they find me
I'm feelin' loaded, put some codeine in my IV
I can do bad all on my own and you remind me
I hope peace find me
I kept on beggin' you to stay, but I ain't Tyrese
Chris Paul, I'm tryna put my past behind me
I think it's best for you to go, since you gon' hide me
Post up for three days
Fightin' demons and he barely sleepin', can't see straight
Know niggas wantin' court dates for they B-day
I'm finna hit 'bout one-sixty on the E-way
He takin' tops off
Young nigga fuck 'round in them streets, gon' get them rocks off
Thought he was hot, dawg, until they found him knocked off
Dead with his gun on his hip
This shit so backwards, shit get easy, but ain't no love in this shit
[Chorus]
They say he's been this way since eighteen
Mind is always racin', and they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
But it's just on the other hand
They go mad for a couple grams
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
[Outro]
Is it?
(Hey, Dog, what's up, man?
This shit hard)
[Verse 1]
'Fore I let these tears fall down my eyes, I'll weep in silence
Even if I tried to sell my soul, they probably wouldn't buy it
If it ain't these songs, I'll cry alone and sing in silence
Cartiers can't hide the fact that he been cryin'
And I been lookin' for your love and I can't find it
Girl, you know what you did, don't leave
Why we losin' chemistry, knowin' we got history?
Tell me this ain't one-sided, that you missin' me
He killin' everybody
They hit the flash, red in his eye, it got 'em scared 'round him
Buyin' shit to help me feel alive with these dead bodies
Interrogations 'bout relations, that's a dead topic
If you don't know me, don't approach me, you a fed probably
See a better life on the other side and I wish I had it
If it's made by Tago or Lando, I know it's magic
I told my bro once I'm on, we on, I'm knowin'
Wasn't for these drugs, wouldn't've wrote this song
[Chorus]
And they say he's been this way since eighteen
Mind is always racin', and they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
But it's just on the other hand
They go mad for a couple grams
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
[Verse 2]
I'ma fuck a Kylie
I'm somewhere posted in the bricks whenever they find me
I'm feelin' loaded, put some codeine in my IV
I can do bad all on my own and you remind me
I hope peace find me
I kept on beggin' you to stay, but I ain't Tyrese
Chris Paul, I'm tryna put my past behind me
I think it's best for you to go, since you gon' hide me
Post up for three days
Fightin' demons and he barely sleepin', can't see straight
Know niggas wantin' court dates for they B-day
I'm finna hit 'bout one-sixty on the E-way
He takin' tops off
Young nigga fuck 'round in them streets, gon' get them rocks off
Thought he was hot, dawg, until they found him knocked off
Dead with his gun on his hip
This shit so backwards, shit get easy, but ain't no love in this shit
[Chorus]
They say he's been this way since eighteen
Mind is always racin', and they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
But it's just on the other hand
They go mad for a couple grams
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
[Outro]
Is it?
( Li 9 )
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