Angel
Angel
I come from the bottom
Send me an angel, I come from the bottom
At my funeral don't cry just tell them play the piano,
Wipe away your tears and hold up your candles,
This life I'm living, I guess it's a problem,
Send me an angel, I come from the bottom
Send me an angel, I come from the bottom
Send me an angel, I come from the bottom
You know what it is ma, I'm chasing this paper,
They say they 'gon love me, but when I'm gone,
I trap out the 'bando, my gun it got ammo,
They say I shoot, just like Bond.
The streets is my best friend, they took my best friend,
I made this song for my n___as dead and gone,
My n___as in jail now, they holding the cell down,
I told 'em I'ma get it Brody please hold on.
So when the real die, the fakes fill the space in,
They say no matter what the show still goes on.
They told me to go to church, but I don't go to church,
They told me bow my head, look up and pray.
I told them I'm in the streets, I might die in the streets.
So only thing I prayed for to see better days.
Some n___as I used to love, they say that they want me dead
No matter what the pain just won't go away.
They say that they looking for me, but I don't think they looking for me
Because they already know where I stay.
I told my momma I'm toting this llama, cause one day the streets might take me away.
I come from the bottom
Send me an angel, I come from the bottom
At my funeral don't cry just tell them play the piano,
Wipe away your tears and hold up your candles,
This life I'm living, I guess it's a problem,
Send me an angel, I come from the bottom
Send me an angel, I come from the bottom
Send me an angel, I come from the bottom
You know what it is ma, I'm chasing this paper,
They say they 'gon love me, but when I'm gone,
I trap out the 'bando, my gun it got ammo,
They say I shoot, just like Bond.
The streets is my best friend, they took my best friend,
I made this song for my n___as dead and gone,
My n___as in jail now, they holding the cell down,
I told 'em I'ma get it Brody please hold on.
So when the real die, the fakes fill the space in,
They say no matter what the show still goes on.
They told me to go to church, but I don't go to church,
They told me bow my head, look up and pray.
I told them I'm in the streets, I might die in the streets.
So only thing I prayed for to see better days.
Some n___as I used to love, they say that they want me dead
No matter what the pain just won't go away.
They say that they looking for me, but I don't think they looking for me
Because they already know where I stay.
I told my momma I'm toting this llama, cause one day the streets might take me away.
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Ant, Marco Pirroni, Martin James Boorer
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