Caving in, I make the hearts turn hollow
And the clogs in your fate
Might be hard to swallow
No cards in my deck, or any b's in the tec
But many fiends stay watching my back
Wanna see me down but I'm the one
That got em up and running
Seen the dark for days
A mirror off in my gaze
Consider my opponent
Twisted cables, lost connection
Many things to say
My thoughts stay impatient
Caving in, I make the hearts turn hollow
And the clogs in your fate
Might be hard to swallow
No cards in my deck, or any b's in the tec
But many fiends stay watching my back
What's love to a dope pack?
Medusa, when I puff pass
Car crashed, reminiscing on my past
A drug test, blindfolded, it won't last
That's my tone for blacking out
I lost the senses that drag me down
Then I turn it around, start aiming for the clouds
I'm not coming down
Live for now, think for later
Do you want it, do you cater?
In fact, do you come in different flavors?
Get attracted to the paper?
Serve it hot like a baker
With my klan like the raiders
In the eco-zone, you bout to be stepped on
Dark-tinted visions they won't get along, oh
They won't
Caving in, I make the hearts turn hollow
And the clogs in your fate
Might be hard to swallow
No cards in my deck, or any b's in the tec
But many fiends stay watching my back
Wanna see me down but I'm the one
That got em up and running
Seen the dark for days
A mirror off in my gaze
Consider my opponent
Caving in, I make the hearts turn hollow
Fuck do I know?
About some bitches and they fucking problems
I want em, only for the night and then I dump em
I rock them, they go triple-double for the stardom
It's a problem, you won't catch me out there tryna cuff em
Fuck em, sorry not sorry for the ones that love em
Angel was written by Arrazane.
Angel was produced by FOREIGN SHOOTER.