Jake Gosling - Angels Can't Fly lyrics

[Intro: Ed Sheeran] White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Lights gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent Long nights, it's too cold outside For angels to fly (fly, fly, fly, fly) For angels to fly (fly, fly, fly, fly) Fly, angels to fly Or angels to die [Verse 1: Bashy] Look, where I'm from, you don't see angels Man just see rainfall Slip you could get a brain fall Most talk are gonna state rules to get away It's like castration, takes balls No word from Gabriel, nah Could sit back and play the fool (clown) Or get greedy, try take it all (crown) All magistrates but don't have it mate If the funds ain't available, make a line Start taking calls, that's better than JD Sports innit? Well the chance to make it's yours, is it? Just know that the roads in the game are all Think otherwise a couple gunshots might change your thoughts Now the youths that you'd fought but you dodge them Won't ride for you, not even a Taylor's who*e shook Not wanna engage you more But that ain't what they used to say before Now you're on your chase wanna change your course But they are at your yard, straight door to door Blah! Trust me, now I've seen it happen so many times, you get me I know the lifestyle's glamorous and that but Takes you one way [Verse 2: Bashy] Where I'm from you don't see angels Or you do, and the road takes them And places them in a messed up situation And kids are amazing but Not when you got 8 of them Struggling to provide plates for them Social end up taking them Now you can't take the stress Beautiful girls raised in the ends Abusive background, caught up in a bad crowd Picked up and dashed down In the zones, happens to so many of them Beautiful, looks could have made them millions Now they can't even make a penny again Imagine I would've wifeyed of any of them f**ing hell I used to see them at every event And this sh**'s so sad man Imagine that, the never ending cycle [Outro: Ed Sheeran] She's just under the upper hand And goes mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna go outside tonight Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland, and Sell love to another man Its too cold outside For angels to fly