ANGEL ft. Eniggy Lyrics

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I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

You could grind from weekdays to weekends

Without the grace of God I swear

You will never make it yea

I hear you jumping from churches to shrines

All in search of miracle but you never stay Faithful

The days are getting evil

You got to be careful the way you run things

I hear these fake preachers are trying to deceive ya

You got to be smart to know they represent the devil

Oh! Lord make you open their eyes

Make dem know say

No be witches for villages dey worry dem

I fear these bitches for lagos wey dey bleach

Because their wish na to drain off all your riches

Use your head!

Me and the guys out for Saturday chill up

Naso popo storm the place carry everybody lockup

My country people sef

Olohun dem too dey fuckup

Dem dey pray for my downfall

So dem go fit dey mock us

Dey call you Bae Bro Love of my life

Hahahaha

Still nobody be your backup

Dat banny wey you trust

Olohun she go still dey mess up

Small raba wey she touch

Olohun go dey make her pompous

Guy just stay focused coz wen our Angel show

Dem no go fit dey laugh us

Believe me

Dem go come around come dey beg us

Olohun

Dem go come around come dey beg us beg us

I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

I need a ticket I need a visa

Let's fly

I need grace I need some blessings

For my guys

E no too easy I hope you feel me

I lie

Alaye no Dey carry shoulder

E go be Walai

All of my nggaz getting cash on the low

All of thesee girls wan gimme ass on the low

I never really like the math on the low

So I had to Soulscroll and take this path on a low

I got all kinda friends

Driving all kinda Benz

From the mall to strip dropping all kinda bands

Isseniggy with the energy I'm giving all my mans

Raise your glass to another star boy in advance

Everybody on speed ain't nobody wan stop

Everybody got needs everybody must chop

Whatever goes must come every beat must drum

So many numbers have done but I'm the one where I'm from

I been in and out the huddle working on my 4th tape

Blessings falling as I live the sweet life like grapes

I could say I lost everything except my pride and shape

Regardless of how it goes I can't break I can't shake

Still on my way I no fit even stop for some snacks

I'm a rolling stone wrestle in the cold for these tracks

No be play I need the bag but I wont settle for racks

I'm just tryna meet God now keep your trophies n plaques

I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

I need an angel Lord

Send me my angel Lord

I need an angel Lord