Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angel Baby, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 16.04.2020
Song language: English
Angel Baby |
| I was young when she told me I was divine, yes |
| Not even nine yet (Tech N9ne) |
| Ran away then got into a life of crime next, Pyrex |
| Made it through the |
| Close calls, even I evaded shooters |
| So if anything go crazy |
| Everything works for the angel, baby |
| My first and for sure brush |
| With death was on the school bus, danger almost made my stool gush |
| Because the substitute driver caused the truck to cruise by us |
| Would’ve been crushed in dude’s tires 'cause this fool’s nuts |
| Sun shining, 'bout to have a more dark day |
| Told 'em drop me off on 63rd and Swope Parkway |
| That ain’t my regular stop, but I can leg it for blocks |
| To my grandmother’s, «Will do» the old fart say |
| And what’s a little strange |
| He didn’t pull to the curb, but he attempted to let me off in the middle lane |
| And the bus stairway extended my right leg |
| Then a truck flew by |
| If I woulda stepped sooner then I’d be quite dead |
| Walked right out that fire while death was knocking at my door |
| Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby |
| Praying that my angel’s watching over me, keeping me safe 'til I get home |
| Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby |
| At my homie Davie house tripping, shrooms |
| Dark rainy night but on a mission, soon |
| It was me, Davie, Grant, Jake and a bitch |
| To get some more, we gonna be dipping, vroom |
| Jumped in her car, hit the highway |
| Doing 65, hey, thinking «This is my day» |
| She speeding, we tweaking, slick from sky spray |
| Hit a bump on the bridge, and the shit went sideways |
| Left, then right, then left again |
| To a girl with Tech and friends, this is where death begins |
| Hit the wall on the bridge hard, stopped in a quick sec |
| A little faster, we woulda flipped over and fell to our death |
| Walked right out that fire while death was knocking at my door |
| Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby |
| Praying that my angel’s watching over me, keeping me safe 'til I get home |
| Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby |
| Southwest High School nighttime |
| Martin Luther King Day talent show, fights climb |
| To another level, takes the Devil to incite crime |
| No bright minds, ain’t no telling what you might find |
| Whole lotta gang shit |
| Somebody wanna bang with the homies I came with |
| 6512 Wornall Road was dangerous |
| Some lames couldn’t hang 'cause I gang thick |
| That’s when I saw one of 'em pull a pistol on us and aimed it |
| I was in the wind, just like the bullets that whizzed by |
| Running for blocks in the night, but never did die |
| Things go shaky and I’m sane more lately |
| But I guess mama protected me naming me angel baby |
| Thank you mama |
| Walked right out that fire while death was knocking at my door |
| Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby |
| Praying that my angel’s watching over me, keeping me safe 'til I get home |
| Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby |
| Everything works for the angel baby |
| Everything works for the angel baby |
| Baby, baby |
| Angel baby |
| Everything works for the angel baby |
| Everything works for the angel baby |
| Baby, baby |
| Angel baby |
| Enter fear |