So fly on your own Worlds apart we were the same Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m weak Maybe I’m blinded by what I see You wanted a soldier but it wasn't me 'Cause I could never set you free It’s time I let you go, go Walls are built to keep us safe

You better pray that there's Another way out You better pray that Someones listening now (Doesn't matter what you got) 'Cause when you lie like The devil himself No angels gonna hear your Cry for help!

And I'mma celebrate it for a long time The drama couldn't break me, now it's all mine Surrounded by my angels and we all shine Holy, holy, holy, holy key This is, this is Doing what I gotta do What up though? We the best music I guess I'm on my Don shit

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin When you see me in the club Angelina show me love You got me fucked up Like you don't know what's up All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it Brad, Brad, Pitt Slick shit man that's all we do hoe That little homie let me

How you know what it’s like When good luck has changed the sides And no sun shines in the dark and no angels Ever hear your prayers in the night When your fears come up your spine House of cards Sometimes it’s easy to forget only for a moment Whatever

Yeah, hey, what's up girl? Angel eyes, long hair, I see you cryin', what's wrong there "He did what? He fucked who?", we know the story, what's new? See I could probably rush you, tell you that he shoulda loved you Take advantage, fuck you, tell you I'll

But I know you love a little danger, baby Everything about you girl is just my style You look just like a little angel baby You got some wild in your smile Hey girl what's up, looks like you're good to go Hop in, lets ride, take it down this road You

The Devil's spawn no longer breathes Descending angels and fallen kings Raise your hands, what do you hold? The Devil's bleeding crown! Falling from the sky, they're cast out from the heaven's light Drenching the soil with blood, baptized in the fire

Everybody run Angels coming You wanna live forever tonight Gonna live forever Enemy of mine Lost in the daydream What do you see Get on your knees

Blame it on the bag You can blame it on the bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money But I still can’t