🎵 FALLEN ANGELS // by PrynceGalaxy

1 ContributorFALLEN ANGELS Lyrics [Verse 1: mewing] One time for the horns on the red man You know you can't try me, you a dead man I got no soul, get what i want My ROI exponential its a gift from my God Im not real, i linger at the end yo thoughts Im parasitic like a serpent you dont see on a walk A pair bitches and a swisher get whatever you want I put a word in for you, sit em down and we talk You see that shadow in peripherals? But when you look its not there, like its tricking you My bad for looking im just checking out the next soul I wanna offer to the king in our next phone call Im lurking in yo dreams, boy you stress so hard When my energy alеrt you need a cresco bong You better say your prayеrs so i dont stay long Ill be honest i ain't trying if i meant no harm [Verse 2: $ir LT] Wings been clipped, forewarned y'all in 'Vanity' Loosened grip, engulfed his sanity Shown teeth, yet y'all cry when it's cavitities Sewn me, lonely not when in fallacy Damn, we all stars, thank Galaxy Dapped my bro Mars, when in fantasy Anecdotical creativity wrapped in analogy You don't gotta catch wind in full capacity Reality's unique though, respect the anatomy Pussy niggas bleed, Invest in maxi When it come to war you like Charli's 'Taxi' Never coming out, niggas stay leaking Cat got your tongue, broken sneakers Where the bass at? Y'all broke speakers Irony, as low hertz where y'all boys frequent I'd say you great at that, but that's admittance that you decent (Uhm!) Diversity like Kenny and U2 OG lens defy squares, Mew' too Gotta catch 'em all, though can't catch my drift Lead raise hell on minds, he a stick shift Motherfuckers know his vertigo shtick, biz Be neck and neck like Kirk murder business Snotty nose flow, got a pass for this sickness Artistic license, be just like Christmas Merry! [Verse 3: mewing] Muhfuckas want war wit me I drag a sucka by his chain, leave him leaking on the floor wit me I got a gift, hear me coming down your chimney Unfortunate, i bring a motha down I bring ya brother down to hell with me so i could force him in Cold, in a room with some old cement Handcuffed to the wall made of porcelain Turn the fucka to a blade, bitch im forgin him A fallen angel in the chamber watch his body burning Im the hottest topic in the lobby of somebodys sermon Go head and curl with yo bible, got ya mommy turning All throughout the pages looking for the fucking proper verses [Verse 4: $ir LT] Been losing connection tryna phone home Bound to a one bedroom, as I'm by my lone Weight living on my shoulders done convert to stone Should be on a throne, yet, residing on what y'all thrown Damn, I lost track of all ration No heart on sleeve, niggas straight fashion No part of me create for the captions Been in my bag, layers stay packed in Yeah, niggas ain't about shit Yeah, speed I astound with He gon' pop, he a proud zit Mew', we green like some loud piff [Verse 5: mewing] Uh last weekend the crowd shift Puffing loud tree in the south, hit 2025 we was getting out shit Blow a spliff at 9, leaving in the route we came from M and LT bringing out the danger Bag got tricks looking like a strange one I got a battery that beaming up my ray gun Finna get a battery up on these lame punks [Bridge: $ir LT] Less is more prefer living compact The disease as "washed" ain't nothin' I'ma contract But the drive get morgued sometimes when I'm carjacked Swear writer's block is ass, nigga, fuck that I just wanna live and create I been right, motherfucka given the hate Try dim light, missed flight, sigh, niggas is lame But don't engage, like them, biggest mistake [Verse 6: mewing] I wrote this shit with my parents really fighting downstairs Man i cannot wait to get the fuck up outta here Asthmatic chain smoking got me outta air Grab the automatic and im blasting till you outta hair Fell into polarity and now i think im scared to miss Gripping on my sanity like somebody is out to get Dogteeth, canine crushing till im outta limbs Back into that corner never thought id find when i’s a kid [Verse 7: $ir LT] '25 was great, 26 show more space for his plate Planets we on, everyday like a date Limited visitors, sympathy dilate Veto rocket passes, your ass is too late Spiritual turn physical when I say that I'm paid Sanding pen up, blade act as his spade When it comes to Sonic's, sure come with the blaze While hiding logic in phrase from his pain I'm boarding the plane... You plain bitch!