Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angelface, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Angelface |
I love this fucking country |
And she loved me more than I could imagine |
So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic |
Ran away from the backyard to drift some more |
Woke up in Texas next to a liquor store |
With a woman who don’t even drink alcohol |
Big letters IRONY tagged on the wall |
She was named for another flat land |
We had it strong back then |
In common we had a bond |
That would never see the break of dawn |
To damn afraid of the queen trying to take the pawn |
Threw that away |
Yes, yes headed out west |
And got undressed |
With the nurture that she gave me made me drip and get obsessed |
There was a lady in Los Angeles |
That handled this the way the manual suggest (the way the manual suggest) |
She turned me on to music that I never heard before |
She told me stories from a cup I haven’t learned to pour |
And I don’t know what hurt it more |
Professional journals or perpetual burn holes |
Scarring up the dirty floor |
Peace! |
Found a hollow hole in the Colorado snow |
It’s like I follow anywhere El Diablo go |
Took a stroll with a feline |
And sat silent while the snowflakes fell into the design |
Can’t let her dance up on the top floor |
Been there done that what do you think it’s locked for? |
I’ve lost more to my traveling soul |
Then I care to talk about so I’ll be out, I’ll be on the road |
Down, down, down in Gainesville |
No stranger to shame, Coltrane, and pain pills |
Sometimes the ceiling’s too easy to stare at |
But it keeps me from a forest full of snare taps and bear traps |
And it can’t come clean without the sun beams |
And it ain’t complete without the drum beats |
I can tell she don’t want me |
As is time to climb back into the van and make the back stiff |
I had to add one more story to the infinite |
Already interwoven through a New York cigarette |
Ex lover and a best friend, best lover and an ex friend’ll bend |
For alcoholic sentimentalism and the rhythm of |
Religion on the PA |
Make the people here say |
God bless the DJ |
She stays to wait for a replay |
While I wonder if I’ll be able to hear it from the freeway |
Chicago inside of an empty bottle |
There’s a thin line between gossip and gospel |
There’s a house over there near Wicker Park |
Where I found out Smart was afraid of the dark |
Had to break a heart just to help me heal up |
Tie a knot in the stomach just to help me seal up |
And make sure them demons stay beneath the core |
Pray for you and yours and whomever you believe in more |
Look around you there’s angels amongst us |
Look around you there’s angels amongst us |
Sitting in the rain at some sidewalk cafe |
Half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray |
Trying to find a lost soul to save |
And I’m a lost soul trying to find a road that’s paved |
Keep faith in my suitcase packed my beliefs |
Angels exist, I’ve even seen some sleep |
I love this fucking country |
And she loved me more than I could imagine |
So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic |