Angela's Lullaby Lyrics

I don't wanna do this anymore

I realized that I can't be with you for real

I guess you could say it's just how you treat me

When you're not in the mood and stuff

I'm a very sensitive person

It may be the little stuff, but when I cry over shit

I didn't like how you didn't give a fuck or show no type of interest about caring

In the field, I fumbled your love once again in the combine

She more precious than a rose, she a Columbine

I'm sorry I let you sleep mad every other night

She leaving me and left a song, this her lullaby

Hiding

The way you really feel, I can't believe I left you crying

This shit not feeling real, I don't really mind dying

I might pop a pill, overdose, I'm not lying

If I get another chance at love, I won't try it

I'm sorry, that just all of the trauma in me

That just one of the problems with me

Six feet down, I probably should be

I was over loved that I met you, let you in

That was uncommon to me

Could've had your kid, but you left me behind

Nevermind, I could've been a father-to-be

I was down for it all

Had your back with your back on the wall

Car crash after the fact, ain't call

Know you hate season that's after the fall

Know you hate Cali when it get too cold

West Coast Shawty get pape on her own

Day by day, take care of her own

But it's my fault that you hate your home

Oh

I destroyed her

Problems that we had to fix, I'd avoided em

I know you can't relate when I say you annoying

We was too high off that love bud love potion

You left me wide open, unguarded

And Christmas, it left you cold hearted

I'm down on my knees, beg you pardon

Everything that Angela said

It bit hard like tarantula fed

Three years captured through camera lens

I'm the one to blame

It's all on me

I trust faith that you're all I need

I'll make a way through seven seas

I just hope you don't forget about me

In the field, I fumbled your love once again in the combine

She more precious than a rose, she a Columbine

I'm sorry I let you sleep mad every other night

She leaving me and left a song, this her lullaby

Hiding

The way you really feel, I can't believe I left you crying

This shit not feeling real, I don't really mind dying

I might pop a pill, overdose, I'm not lying

If I get another chance at love, I won't try it

I'm sorry, that just all of the trauma in me

That just one of the problems with me

Six feet down, I probably should be

I was over loved that I met you, let you in

That was uncommon to me

Could've had your kid, but you left me behind

Nevermind, I could've been a father-to-be