Angels starting riots for 42 seconds then I'm left alone again I know I didn't like it second after second I'll be beggin for more again Woah an angel
the hell out, you move in, I'll move out Is this what matters? You scream, I shout You think you're drowning when you're just gasping for air Angels
to 'em [Diddy:] As my, Daytons spin lowrider sittin low Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims Hard top six-four, I'm Diddy no tint I can't hide
[The Game:] As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side Smokin
we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion she's the Angel
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion she's the Angel
comes I can handle the drama I bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuana Sendin your body through some muthafuckin trauma I can dump the damn body you can
Your ways and actions, reactions, thought processin patterns Not logical, can't defeat the obstical Understand, +I Ain't Mad at 'Cha+ Got to do what I can
penitence To the heaven so high they won't fly And no wish of angel can stop the marauder Dawn rises burnt by the spells of Samael Ashes to Ashes... Death
all feel us. I guess it's the adrenaline rush that flows in us. Run with my sons of death we all winners. All got fight in our blood, we go-getters. Something
they heads, ?we pickin' cases at the Feds? On the D/L, what the hell dead ?self-for-delf? Screamin' "Hell" with the angel's death still bodies trail City
forfeit freedom to the ranks of slaves demons dance to a black symphony as the war comes quick to a close and angels on high look down in disgust to
sit and watch the tide Of Angels crashing up against the sacred shore Without the holy grail Only evil can prevail The church of God can't hide the
, daddy, do it to 'em As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint I can
they all feel us. I guess its the adrenaline rush that flows in us. Run with my sons of death we all winners. All got fight in our blood, we go-getters
