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Angel Spit Fall Out Boy

ain't even got to try to shine God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame Straight out the good

since I've done some public speaking I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out Young angel and young ryan

get ya When doves fly thugs cry So you can't deny When tears fall from your eyes Up your soul to the sky The fallen angel u-n-h-o-l-y Hell I be hellavul

got keys on the lady Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter

1 - Talib Kweli] It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel Khalil brought the fly shit, I brought the hood appeal Notes from the piano is falling out the sky Like angels

Riding with your bitch, got keys on the lady Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel

moment since I've done some public speaking I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you just gotta let it out Young Angel and

, man, come on He hear me in the sample before he even through the drum on Run on sentence, I'm the best period He pull the track out, I'll black out

, I ain't even got to try to shine God's the seamstress, the tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at yo dame Straight out