| I got a guardian angel, she’s with me right now
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| Watching over me, everything I do
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| I cross the road with my eyes closed
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| Yeah, well, this is for the angels
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| I used to skip school, go hang out at my Grandma’s
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| Come back for art to hit on Jade, I never cracked her
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| Used to ride on empty, South Road up to Flagstaff
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| In my shitty Mazda, rusty brown and smashed up
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| A year later, I met Jess, goon drunk with a fat ass
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| She’d come 'round in her Dad’s car
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| She drove that shit like NASCAR
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| Before I was a rapper, I just was a guy that freestyled
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| At parties for status, I never had none
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| I used to spend every day with my friends in the garage
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| Or talking shit with my cousins on the carpet at Nanna’s
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| I think they stop believing that I’m coming like Santa
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| But my circumstances changed, I’m just doing what I have to
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| I have dreams of fucking angels and coming down
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| The white sheets in rooms with views above the clouds
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| Take your time until the right moment
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| Then move quick, you don’t get a twice over
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| 'Cause time moves like a good butt jiggles
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| Satisfaction is a long, hard riddle
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| And I wish you good luck with it all
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| And I wish you good luck with it all
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| If there’s angels watching over me
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| I hope they focus on someone more deserving
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| If there’s angels watching over me
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| Well, this is for the angels
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| Sometimes I feel as lonely as Pluto
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| That’s when I let the drink throw me like judo
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| I love my friends, but my homies aren’t you though
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| Growing past conversations like go and fuck two hoes
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| I’m actually sick of messing with these hoes
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| I guess I’m growing up, I took my time to, but here we are
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| The world is spinning fast, dancing 'til the jig is up
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| Getting all the hate is fine, it’s the love that’s trickier
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| My old area don’t feel the same
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| People I used to idolise are seeming lame
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| And I know it’s me that changed, after all that we attained
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| I don’t need much but art and some love to keep me sane
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| I say that shit but yo, I’m in the club and it’s closing
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| Fucking with hoes that only wanna fuck 'cause they know me
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| Suffice to say it’s dope, but I’m lonely and isolated at times
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| In this ivory tower that I created
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| 'Cause time moves like a good butt jiggles
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| Satisfaction is a long, hard riddle
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| And I wish you good luck with it all
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| And I wish you good luck with it all
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| If there’s angels watching over me
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| I hope they focus on someone more deserving
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| If there’s angels watching over me
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| Well, this is for the angels
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| She said, «I'm tripping on you, baby, I’m tripping on you»
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| Could it be the drugs in our bellies? |
| I’m feeling it too
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| And you can come up in this world, I’m living the proof
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| You got the flower power, baby, you really in bloom
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| Thinking of stupid shit I did, I should regret a lot
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| I guess it’s not all bad though, looking at where I got
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| Already as if I’m done, I don’t think I’ll ever stop
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| I’m gaining on the leaders, my old rivals' already lost
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| And I’m feeling some way tonight
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| And I’m feeling this way tonight
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| And I’m feeling some way tonight
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| With the light on your face
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| With the light on your face |