Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angel, artist - Moccasin Creek. Date of issue: 13.02.2021
Song language: English
Angel |
| We don’t see the same pictures y’all |
| We don’t use the same brush |
| And I probably quote the scripture wrong |
| Probably lose your trust |
| And now I’m writing all these feeling songs |
| Man I ought to hush |
| But see the pain don’t leave til the mind is gone |
| Or til I turn to dust |
| Why do I feel like this when I move my lips |
| Yet the last big lie nearly sunk my ship |
| The past flew by like a high school trip |
| With .45 on my side I wanna cock this |
| Clearly trapped in myself I’m a hostage kid |
| It’s been Bruin like a Boston kid |
| I pray to god they tell a brother what’s causing this |
| 'Cause I’m falling quick, I lost my grip |
| See I paint with emotions though my canvas is broke |
| So I light it on fire now, disappear in the smoke |
| Send me an angel, let me borrow her wings |
| Send me an angel, break these shackles and chains |
| There he is again rappin' like a cool kid |
| This dude I ain’t really tryin' to fool with |
| Your heart strings, he’ll tap then he’ll pull it |
| I’ve been waiting on this dude to bite the bullet |
| Truth is maybe Jeff’s been embarrassed |
| He grew up with some real good parents |
| Started rappin' and the world just stared |
| Then he bought a thoroughbred and stuck him right in front the carriage |
| Oh lawd, he’s at it again |
| Another song about having no friends |
| Right or wrong yep you battling him |
| But he don’t right wrongs he’s battered within |
| So damn the name, damn the fame |
| Damn the pain, damn the shame |
| Damn the game, damn the rain |
| Damn ya aim, damn I’m lame |
| And what’s left to gain |
| See I paint with emotions though my canvas is broke |
| So I light it on fire now, disappear in the smoke |
| Send me an angel, let me borrow her wings |
| Send me an angel, break these shackles and chains |
| See yea I used to hang with the country kids |
| The next day I would hang in the streets for kicks |
| Then I’d chill with the misfits Thursday nights |
| And fast forward to Friday playing under the lights |
| I’d even used to hang down at the country club |
| Church crew on Sunday spreading the love |
| Never knew exactly who I was or what I loved |
| So I turned to drugs |
| Do you know what it’s like? |
| To pour your heart out, to pull your cord real tight |
| Do you know what that’s like? |
| Every time you turn around you gotta pleases a new crowd |
| Do you know what it’s like? |
| Now I’m a culture vulture |
| Nah, I’m just a broken sculptor |
| I’m way too slow, way too fat, way too bold |
| Way too whack, and way too old |
| But I still do me like my momma told |
| Still seek peace, it calms the soul |
| So drop your comments, I don’t care |
| Talk your trash, laugh or grit, grin and bear |
| I am here and you are there |
| And he is him and they are there, so |
| Send me an angel, let me borrow her wings |
| Please send me an angel, break these shackles and chains |
| Send me an angel |
| Send me an angel, please, break these shackles and chains |