Angel Wings

Yeah... open ya eyes, look up at me

Stretch up ya thighs, order some tea

Yes you are mine, you are for me

Hold up…

Cmon… Lemme see that back stretch

I see them angel wings, come and fly over to my address

Give a fuck about vengeance, give a damn about a dollar

Used to care about attendance all the way back when I was a scholar

Back then I never gave a bother, I used to hide pot in my locker dawg

Never gave a shit bout nothing, used to feel the reaper knocking dawg

I can feel your presence, even in my death

I'll still give you presents, even when I got nothing left