Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Holy Angel , by - Chris Brown. Song from the album Before the Party, Vol. 2, in the genre ПопRelease date: 14.08.2017
Record label: Turn Up
Song language: English
Holy Angel |
| If these walls could speak |
| I wouldn’t have to make believe you’re here |
| Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me |
| I need a saviour cause I’m scared of me |
| I done been through hell and back |
| I’m seeing demons everyday, calling me Kettle Black |
| Perfectionists if you’re perfect, where your medal at? |
| My life way going downhill, I had to pedal back |
| These niggas always wanna talk about the lame shit |
| If I looked back on my life, I wouldn’t change shit |
| Maybe a couple more cars so I can lane switch |
| If I put that mic on silence and never sang shit |
| This my life and this your job dawg |
| I’m too hot, got me thinking did the clouds fall? |
| Probably not |
| Shit just put me back up in the bleachers |
| Back when all a nigga had was a pair of sneakers |
| All this stress on my chest, I’m fucking having seizures |
| Nowadays, having fun is fucking illegal |
| Walking with your head down, that’s not grown man shit |
| I’m taking over the game until I own that bitch |
| Yeah nigga in my hood them choppers always busting |
| Niggas living day to day like tomorrow ain’t nothing |
| Fuck love, that shit get in the way now |
| She loving every nigga, ass up and face down |
| Addicted to the game, my young’ns use a .38, first 48 |
| They gon' throw that shit away, bet they never catch a case |
| I’m gon' separate myself from all the lames |
| If I die and float away, you gon' feel my mama pain |
| Sitting in my room, I’m reminiscing |
| Shit I ain’t have a pot to piss in |
| Family whipping crack up in the kitchen |
| All eyes on me so pay attention |
| Got a problem with the DA should’ve stayed my ass in VA |
| Thousand hours some bull, picking trash up off the freeway |
| I’m the nigga that the kids looking up to |
| Straight A’s now before they say «Fuck school» |
| Ha and I don’t bite my tongue for no weak nigga |
| Cause y’all never had to starve for a week nigga |
| No clothes but 44 to a house hold |
| Stomach growling but I kept my fucking mouth closed |
| If these walls could speak |
| I wouldn’t have to make believe you’re here |
| Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me |
| I need a saviour cause I’m scared of me |
| Came in the game thinkin' music was the way out |
| To get us off the corners, hit records was the pay out |
| Hard transitionin' from hustlin' 'til it’s grey out |
| A decade with the devil, lemme show you how this play out |
| Started as a duo, didn’t stay a duo |
| Things fall apart, Ricky Martin left Menudo |
| Was a team of us, everything was for the crew though |
| Never Rosé while my niggas sippin' Nuvo |
| So, so records bought more dope |
| Every record label dollar went to more coke |
| Ghetto rich but still scramblin' like we poor folks |
| We was all goin' left from what the Lord taught |
| The pressure, my pride wouldn’t let up |
| The way they took my niggas had us thinkin' we was set up |
| All at once so the pain hardly let up |
| Now this bitch mumblin' 'round the house about she fed up |
| Yugh, when it rains, it pours, nigga |
| Dope boys expect the money, hungry whore nigga |
| Woo, with my niggas and the feds |
| Do you think I give a fuck if Def Jam is in the red? |
| They’ll undership your record while they pillow talk in bed |
| So I never try to talk them motherfuckers off the ledge |
| «Jump nigga,"like Joe Clark said |
| If you ain’t tryna win then you better off dead, gone |
| If these walls could speak |
| I wouldn’t have to make believe you’re here |
| Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me |
| I need a saviour cause I’m scared of me |