CITY OF THE ANGELS

[Intro: Ric Flair]
Get ready woooo!
We on tour and we’re doing it better than anybody else alive
When last year I spent more money, on spilled liquor
In bars from one side of this world than the other, than you made!
You’re talking to the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing
(I can’t do the love shit man, that shit is not for me man) Kiss stealing woooo! Wheelin' dealin' limousine riding
Jet flying son of a gun and I’m having a hard time (yeah) holding these alligators…

[Hook]
You tryna be my fun stuff?
You know the City of the Angels where we come from
God made us all but we a demon for someone
But don’t catch feelings baby, I ain’t with the love stuff
I’m just tryna get my huns up
Plus when I say I love you, that’s when all the fun ends
No need for oxytocin nah just put that body up in motion
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
No need for love baby
I need respect and loyalty above that shit
Last time I checked, same drug had a nigga sad
Down in a ditch I ain’t gon' lie it hurt a nigga bad
But I been on my shit, hope you can ride all the pain away
Now it’s the shit a nigga save it for a rainy day
Whenever demons bliss
I know my ex thinking 'bout a nigga, trust me I’m good
Yeah these beats that I’m making bitch, I’ll soon get out the hood
A real young nigga drunk never again
I know your friends say you lost one
Because I ain’t here but nah, nigga didn’t bossed up
And you just wanna date ship I just wanna dream chase
And we ain’t on the same shit
So lean the team in the cut we goin' dumb
Yeah I know what the mission is, but wherever love find you
Nigga, I’m on a hunnid all day it’s lowkey a disease
I need a touch like here and there so I can feel a little praise
Yeah momma, uhh yeah
I lowkey gotta problem
Tryna sooth my wound with some bitties, I can find 'em
I try to be the man of my city know I’m bothered
I gotta try but [?] gon' solve it
Jive put it in for me to [?] often
That ain’t how you raised me but gotta find solace
Atleast I'm never lazy I’m done done
But now I’m going back in there with Daisy

[Hook]
So you tryna be my fun stuff?
You know the City of the Angels where we come from
God made us all but we a demon for someone
But don’t catch feelings baby, I ain’t with the love stuff
I’m just tryna get my huns up
Plus when I say I love you, that’s when all the fun ends
No need for oxytocin just put that body up in motion
Yeah, white boy moment