Angle

[Verse 1: Willow Pill]
Begin my life as an ethereal being
Step on the sands as I start to spread my wings
Got my girl Demoria
As we soak in your praise, euphoria
Blessed by the gods of sex and funk
We ascend to the skies in glory
I want you to take a dose of me
Feel the rush of pain and ecstasy
Put faith in me and embrace the fear
Fuck it, Revelations says the end is near

[Chorus: Willow Pill]
I can be your angel
I can be your angel
Flying down from the heavenly world up above
I can be your angel
I’m what you want from me

[Verse 2: Kornbread “The Snack” Jeté, (Willow Pill)]
You can be my offering
If you wanna break bread, then you know you have to pay me
My love so toxic
Pop pills, spread my thighs
I’m on my fat girl thot shit
Fly me out private jet, let’s go shopping
Cloud 9, mile high in my cockpit
Group scene, 14, how I like it
Room full of demons, we the main two topics (Duh!)
We can shoot a movie in this sitch, quick-flick, snap a pic, don’t gag, don’t spit
Pull my horns if you into that shit
Get it poppin', grab the poppers, gang bang in this bitch
I make the rules when we tango
Kitty sweet when you eat, call it mango
I don’t top flip flop 1 angle
The other 4 queens, you should thank my ankle

[Chorus: Willow Pill]
I can be your angel
I can be your angel
Flying down from the heavenly world up above
I can be your angel
I can be your angel
I can be your angel
Can you taste the heavenly Lord on my lips?
I can be your angel
I’m what you want from me

[Post-Chorus: Willow Pill]
A-N-G-L-E, I’ll be your angel
A-N-G-L-E, I’ll be your angel
A-N-G-L-E, I’ll be your angel
A-N-G-L-E, I’ll be your angel

[Bridge: Willow Pill]
Every time the devil touches me I come alive
Feel him growing inside of me
Now you all must use your tongues for good
So bow down and just pray to me
Every time the devil touches me I come alive
Feel him growing inside of me
Now you all must use your tongues for good
So bow down and just pray to me

[Interlude: Kornbread “The Snack” Jeté, Willow Pill]
Ayo Willow, you better watch out when you walk into the Werk Room with them fluffy beach shoes. Ha! Comfy couture
Those girls didn't know what was coming for them, haha!
Now get on your knees and pray you little bitch!

[Chorus: Willow Pill, (Kornbread “The Snack” Jeté)]
I can be your angel
I can be your angel
Flying down from the heavenly world up above
I can be your angel
I can be your angel (I could be your angel baby)
I can be your angel (Miss Bread and Willow on the track)
Can you taste the heavenly Lord on my lips?
(Pillowbread, Pillowcorn, Cornpillow?)
I can be your angel
I’m what you want from me