Eli Myles - Fallen Angel lyrics

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Eli Myles - Fallen Angel lyrics

[Verse 1] Good heart, but my grind crooked k**ing n***as while my mom looking Plain sight, but she never seen She prolly praying that that good kid never leave Or come back, baby Jordans and a sun hat Now she worried 'bout where her son at When the sun gone, and the night came That's when them triggers pulled, then my life changed Highschool, I never fit it Always dolo in the cut, tryna catch you slipping Quiet motherf**er, always icey though All them p**ys talked, they ain't ever try me though Deep down, they knew better And if you had the right price then I knew wether Or a weatherman, k**ing you with separate hands One got you praying that that Tec'd jam The other got you twitching [?] [Hook] Cold blooded murders, right under my mama nose First and only son, to her I'm just a pot of gold To the streets I'm just another number Lock and load, earning stripes, I'm rocking soles Chopping work up in the [?] Pray to God that I make it to my days end They say you gotta live before you die But we living to die, it's time to ride [Verse 2] To my lost ones, that I never seen Just know I love you more than any word could ever mean Wish that I could see your face again, older Just hope you got your angel wings up on my shoulders Know that mama loved you too But at the time it wasn't cool, I'm a my noggin with this tool Drowning in this Hennesy, [?] hope do you remember me Ask God, why you have to go like that The family broke apart, and [?] hit home like that Never knew that darkness ever glow like that 45 with the stainless gloves, safety off, saying run Catch a ride, homicide show me that pain is love So love is murder Say goodnight and french kiss the burner I love you [Hook] Cold blooded murders, right under my mama nose First and only son, to her I'm just a pot of gold To the streets I'm just another number Lock and load, earning stripes, I'm rocking soles Chopping work up in the [?] Pray to God that I make it to my days end They say you gotta live before you die But we living to die, it's time to ride

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