Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angel, artist - Loyle Carner. Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Angel |
| You’re my, you’re my |
| Angel (Angel) |
| You’re my angel |
| You’re my, you’re my angel |
| You’re my angel |
| Uh, uh, yeah, uh |
| Back with another one (That's trust) |
| Trust |
| Went missing in the summer sun |
| Ben and Em can’t figure if the summer’s done |
| Pour another glass, knock it back, sip another rum |
| We’re one, two, checking as the colours spun (Uh) |
| Cassette, fling it on the decks, fuck a number one |
| I’m trying to keep all the respect before my number comes |
| But never coming for your neck if I’m under thumb |
| 'Cause I can run, run away when it’s all finished |
| Diminished, just business, we pour Guinness |
| Trust, I got nothing if it’s all in this |
| But if I keep all the trouble that I brought with this |
| It’s finished, yo, this is how the game goes |
| Dodging plain clothes villains, chasing rainbows |
| Suppose, if it was anything but main roads |
| Talking 10 toes, 'nother case closed |
| Uh, trust |
| 'Cause listen, this is where you’ll find me |
| Sippin' on a chai tea, talking all politely |
| And rightly so, they’re telling me they might be |
| Looking for the trouble, nah, never me and mine G |
| I keep it lowkey like a baritone |
| Trust, far from sopranos who haven’t grown |
| 'Cause everybody talks tough in a badder zone |
| Three kids hit by a train with a bag of chrome |
| So if I stand alone and reminisce, I used to run |
| A couple guys talked tough, never shoot a gun |
| I know they used to bun flame |
| When they used the sun |
| I never really did, labelled the unusual one |
| It’s dumb, 'cause I was tryna change position |
| Pop’s missing, tryna stop the opposition |
| The blocks hissin', big blocks the dogs piss in |
| Yo, I wanted them gone, not stop livin' |
| Trust, uh, not stop livin', long |
| I wanted them gone, not stop livin' |
| Trust, not stop livin', trust |
| I wanted them gone, trust |
| And that’s why you’re my angel (You're my angel) |
| You’re my angel (You're my angel) |
| You’re my, you’re my angel (You're my angel, you’re my angel) |
| You’re my angel (You're my angel) |
| Uh, uh |
| 'Cause down there, I can see 'em |
| You think your enemies are nothing 'til you bleed 'em |
| Yo, 'cause all I really wanted was my freedom |
| Disappearing and then I’m realising that I need 'em |
| Trust, so I can sit up in the park with the setting sun |
| And let my missus tell me, «Baby, you’re the better one» |
| Uh, feelin', feelin' better than I ever done |
| Still I know I need this fuckin' drama when it’s said and done |
| Uh, 'cause where I’m from |
| Hidden in the big deep south |
| Opening my big deep mouth |
| Yo, a lot of people tryna keep these out |
| But these days, I hate to say I dig deep now |
| Trust, 'cause honestly I need 'em |
| Yo, I hate 'em but I grieve 'em |
| I think I’ve finally found a reason |
| Trust, that like the like the fire needs the air |
| I won’t burn unless you’re there |
| Check it like, uh |
| Like the fire needs the air |
| I won’t burn unless you’re there |
| Check it like, uh |
| Like the fire needs the air |
| I won’t burn unless you’re there |
| It’s been a while since summer |
| Finally found some time to be alone |
| I’ll try and lower my tone |
| Never last long for me |
| Sitting on the train from Willesden Green |
| Places I’ve never been |
| And as the seasons come and go |
| So do all the things I used to know |
| The way my heart will flow |
| And though we might not meet again |
| I want you to listen 'til the end |
| Over and over again |
| And that’s why you’re my angel (You're my angel) |
| You’re my angel (You're my angel) |
| You’re my, you’re my angel (You're my angel, you’re my angel) |
| You’re my angel (You're my angel) |
| That’s why you’re my angel |
| Yeah, yeah, probably still |
| I’ll try and lower my tone, try and lower my tone |
| Never last long for me |
| Whoa, sing it, Tom |
| Sitting on the train from Willesden Green |
| Where the ladies at? |
| Where they at? |
| Where are they at? |