Tyler Boyce - Angel lyrics

[Hook] Troubled little angel Just you wait till we can go up high In the sky Upstairs to the guy who gave us life, like You got too much To live for, baby, please don't cry Honestly [Verse 1] Angel She got all the angles Makeup on her face, got her walkin' like them Bangles She don't know she's pretty so she's dodging every bagel She looks confident but, bruh, on the inside it's all painful That guy He thinkin' he's fat, right? He's funny but he's never hangin' out with other cats, ight? Gettin' real low cause he knows that his pants tight He don't know girls like him, so he's mad and get's in bad fights Baby girl She live in a crazy world Dad's drunk all the time, beatin' out her mother's curls Feelin' like she needs to impress every sir So she be comin' to school wearin' a little edgy skirt This dude Always a bit rude What you don't know is that his brother's doin' what he can do He's sellin' goods to the few who be payin' for two chews And you choose to make fun just cause he don't got new shoes [Hook] Troubled little angel Just you wait till we can go up high In the sky Upstairs to the guy who gave us life, like You got too much To live for, baby, please don't cry Honestly [Verse 2] Sista Switchin' up every day, she with another mista Livin' it up every way Everybody listen She just doin' what was taught to her: Momma made her money sleepin', daddy was a pot dealer Young kiddie Smart man Runnin' fifty in fifteen Tried to spread God, but ain't nobody be listening Went to a party Everybody drinkin' So he took like twelve shots of Bacardi He's still sleepin' And then there's me Makin' these CD's Big guy, not athletic, but wanted on each team Tryna lose weight Too late Never gonna move weight White rapper from the suburbs Tryna influence change [Outro] But when we upstairs, everybody the same We all strugglin', hustlin', but at the end of the day We all hurt, all worth like a million bucks Life s**s, but if God's got us, I guess we'll be okay Hey