Angels Lurking (feat. Danny Weber & SAMVNTHA)

I just left the bank with a mask on
And security opened the door
I even walked in with a big bag on
But I deposited some of the doe
Now I'm about to burn on some yes yes yes
With the Rocky Balboas that'll bust your chest
It been burning all day and ain't halfway met
The midpoint cause all of the oil in it
Got me on slow turtle knocking over hurdles
Your girl knock her out her girdle
She's a walker
Let's just call her Herschel
Keep it live and lit uncut with no commercials
Boss show nuff that I is
All ten dine any town I'm in
Woke up really feeling the flyest today
Maybe the highest today like a pilot today

Counting money in the clouds
All damn day
Foggy windows in my spaceship
Drifting away
Angels Lurkin all around me round me
With no place to escape
Till I reach outer space

Hotel rooms with French curtains
Even the Angels are out lurking out here
Balcony views ain't nothing perfect
The rich and the poor so what's the purpose
We look to the Lord in Sunday service
But even the churches make us nervous
Just look at the serpents amongst us
They looking to curse us and bust us

Get out of the car

I stand alone at the podium
To explain my brains and Exploratorium
Exchanging flames I hope you've been recording him
Before he take off in that DeLorean McFly
Redefining what normal is
Painting verses and choruses
Beethoven to Jay hova
Lay lower than boom
I take the bay over
Creating chaos we put the slang to it
The local D boys they used to slang to it
I show up they call the gang unit dang
Speakers active watch em bang to it
Couldn't tell them nuttin they don't know no better
Mida mida mida this ain't ordinary
This a vicious cycle of vocabulary
Mixing weird science in the laboratory
Wait what year we in
Am I a scientist or the experiment
Am I the Frankenstein to the naked eye
Saying why cut the fries when I could bake a pie huh huh
Rather take my time but you got to be quick quick every time
So I bring real slick slick every line
Get Ricch on your mind
Off top bottom line

Counting money in the clouds
All damn day
Foggy windows in my spaceship
Drifting away
Angels Lurkin all around me round me
With no place to escape
Till I reach outer space

Counting money in the clouds
All damn day
Foggy windows in my spaceship
Drifting away
Angels Lurkin all around me round me
With no place to escape
Till I reach outer space

Yea yea yea



Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Ricci
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