Fallen Angels Lyrics

Light, falls from the sky

And dreams, come true from time to time

But I hope that this time it comes true

I hope that this time I find you

I've given up on love, given up on hope

But one thing that I know that's still true down to my soul oh nah, nah, is light

Falls from the sky

And dreams, come true from time to time

And even when I've given up on love, given up on hope

Given up on trust, given all my soul

I'm still going into the most, still making the most

Still putting up toasts, I'm still chasing after the goal and you know

Yeah

Reasons, deep end

Bust down, leaving

She might take out to Marcus

Neiman, demon

Price on your name

Put a, price on your head

That girl don't play

But a, maestro with your bread, and I'm telling 'em watch me, yeah

I been playing cold like this was hockey, yeah

Know she want that chocolate like I'm pokey, yeah

I know that it's been a little rocky, uh, yeah

But I'm begging you right now to stay, nah, yeah

Won't you stay, nah

Baby needa stay, nah, yeah

Won't you stay, nah, yeah

With me

Light, falls from the sky

And dreams, come true from time to time

But I hope that this time it comes true

I hope that this time I find you

I've given up on love, given up on hope

But one thing that I know that's still true down to my soul oh nah, nah, is light

Falls from the sky

And dreams, can come alive

And even when I've given up on love, given up on hope

Given up on trust, given all my soul

I'm still going into the most, still making the most

Still putting up toasts, I'm still chasing after the goal and you know

I'm still, I'm still, I'm still, I'm still

Chasing after the goal and you know

I'm still, I'm still, I'm still, I'm still

Chasing after the goal and you know

Checking it off like Moffitt

Checking it all for the profit

Bretmann boys wanna cross me, uh

'Dem boys never cuda offed me, aye

What's that? Next

I need, checks

Rolio, wrist

That's a, flex

Getting broads in Atlanta

Rep the gang, bandana

Giving gifts like Santa

Giving gifts like who?

New girl from Montana

But her name isn't Hannah

Told me she a fan a

Fan of me and my crew

Yeah, I was just getting that shit

I was just reppin' that shit, lickity split

I was just selling the stove

They was just tryna hit, lickity split

I was just getting that shit

I was just reppin' the block, lickity split

I was just selling my soul

They was just tryna fuck, lickity split

Yeah, I was just getting that shit

I was just reppin' that shit, lickity split

I was just selling that shit

I was just tryna hit, lickity split

I was just selling that shit

I was just reppin' that shit, lickity split

I was just selling that shit

They was just tryna hit, lickity split

Remember

When you walk on these paths, haha, Road to Elysium

You meet things, memories, moments

That you didn't wanna see, relive, repeat

Your biggest fears, your dark secrets

That shit never really goes away