Emalay - Weeping Angel Lyrics

Compliments to the chef
That's your mom I'm impressed
Pussy got me obsessed
And it got me in debt
Now I'm rolling up my past
I got like 50 hoes to pass
And I had one girl I truly loved
But you know that true love never lasts
Now I keep my feelings on my songs
And I don't know how to get along
And I wish she'd call me on my phone
But I know I can't be hers no more
That's why I'm falling, but not too quickly
And I wanna get paid so much, that you can't keep with me
Now I got hoes in different cities
And I got bros that's fake, okay
Still get cake, okay okay
Still get hoes, okay okay
Still got gs that'll pick your brain
Just wanna escape
So damn far
I wanna escape
So damn far

Nothing makes sense no more
I wake up and ask my lord
Like how did things get so raw
When did we reach this point
All these insecurities on me
I'm travelling with her were overseas
Shes taking pictures, lying on the beach
She arch her back, I put it in between
Im slowly, dying, she been flying
Im so high, they judging me
Like How can we, live a life so sober
Be fine, mentally
Like This dont make sense
This don't make sense
Fuck it everyone pretends
Fuck it, lets just run around
Live a life like fucking hounds
They want paper, they want pounds
But these angels on the ground
All these angels on the ground
All these angels they can't fly
All these angels they can't fly