Weeping Angel Lyrics

Compliments to the chef

That's your mom I'm impressed

Pussy got me obsessed

And it got me in debt

Now I'm rolling up my past

I got like 50 hoes to pass

And I had one girl I truly loved

But you know that true love never lasts

Now I keep my feelings on my songs

And I don't know how to get along

And I wish she'd call me on my phone

But I know I can't be hers no more

That's why I'm falling, but not too quickly

And I wanna get paid so much, that you can't keep with me

Now I got hoes in different cities

And I got bros that's fake, okay

Still get cake, okay okay

Still get hoes, okay okay

Still got gs that'll pick your brain

Just wanna escape

So damn far

I wanna escape

So damn far

Nothing makes sense no more

I wake up and ask my lord

Like how did things get so raw

When did we reach this point

All these insecurities on me

I'm travelling with her were overseas

Shes taking pictures, lying on the beach

She arch her back, I put it in between

Im slowly, dying, she been flying

Im so high, they judging me

Like How can we, live a life so sober

Be fine, mentally

Like This dont make sense

This don't make sense

Fuck it everyone pretends

Fuck it, lets just run around

Live a life like fucking hounds

They want paper, they want pounds

But these angels on the ground

All these angels on the ground

All these angels they can't fly

All these angels they can't fly