Lyrics Angles - Miraa May, JME, Preditah

Angles

Conversations, I’ve been waiting to have 'em
Tryna change the way I speak so that they don’t feel so challenged
Can you see the inconsistency?
Can feel the imbalance
I can tell you either way that all that shit’s a distraction
I can tell you either way that all this shit’s a distraction
They have no compassion, they’re following fashion
Yeah, I’m not involved, take me out of the caption
Don’t fit in a box, I fit in a mansion
Can you imagine?
You don’t know my angles, you ain’t got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don’t know my angles, you ain’t got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
Wake up in the morning (Yeah), money’s on my mind
Yeah, I keep on yawning 'cause I’m tired from the high
I’ve been doing this all week, I ain’t even had no sleep
Mama’s out here calling me
Like, «Amira, that bill is due next week»
Thinking, what am I gonna do?
Think it’s cool but it just won’t do
Considering things that I won’t ever do
My mind’s racing for sending rockets to the moon, yeah
Now I’m chasing rockers to the moon, yeah
Chasing cloud nine too soon everyday
But I’ma watch them fade away, so sad
You don’t know my angles, you ain’t got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don’t know my angles, you ain’t got the cam (Yeah)
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
I want no name, no fame
No chain, on my wrist, no watch, no bangle
Don’t want a pic, nah fam, I’m a shambles
Don’t want shocks like a roman candle
That stress there, man can’t handle
A few real friends, yeah, just a handful that disappear, don’t care
Reappear out the mist, yeah, like Steel Bangles
Yeah, I don’t dare, when they need me, I’m always there
When I need them, they’re live on set
When I need them, they’re live
So big them up, when I was broke, they picked man up
You’re on smoke, don’t fizz man up for no joke
They’ll kick man up, Ronaldo style, fix man up, I said-
You don’t know my angles, you ain’t got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don’t know my angles, you ain’t got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
Always for the gram, yeah
Always for the gram
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don’t know my angles, you ain’t got the cam
You don’t know my angles, you ain’t got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don’t know my angles, you ain’t got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram