Angels by my side Angels by my side Angels Angels Still the light will pierce the dark And the dark will steal the light And grace provides these Angels by my
heaven in your eyes In my soul I never will be lonely For there will be an angel by my side There will be an angel by my side Could it be that I have
Translation: Beth Nielsen Chapman. Angels By My Side.
Translation: Of. Angel By My Side.
Mullaney) Everytime I see you I get a feeling deep inside I want to be near you I want to be always by your side You know my wants, you know my needs
The city of angels is lonely at night Keep myself alight by candlelight So she can love you like I do Look me in the eyes and say it's true I ask myself
door Bentley Coupe Without my nigga on the passenger side? And still, I try to get money, stay fly Finish the race, holdin' my crown high I fly next to God, my
front ves' (Feel me) This will be my burial this eulogy will be in stereo Blue Angels will draw my face during an aerial (Ahh) Take a walk on my side
Cash, cars, diamond rings Thinkin' on my side the grass is green But you don't know where I have been I could be a wolf in disguise I could be an angel
feel me I'll always by your side So dream angel through the night You can fly forever, never wonderin' why Dream angel in my arms With just one smile you can take my
last forever. [Chorus:] My queen shes next to me(shes next to me) I need, her loving feel (her loving feel) Just stay, right by my side (just you and
a waste of angels, I don't know I'd do anything to keep you safe From the danger that surrounds us Little by little, bit by bit Little bit by little
me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't
sea is calm Lonely shadow, you fall upon me Lay by my side fear not tonight Lonely shadow, you'll find a new light Dream a dream and see through angel
ones the head and, huh, which one's the ass? Where your bitch at? Collectin' my cash. Now who would've know that the bitch is a hood-rat. Increasin' my
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age
? How come the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side Though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry Watched my homeboy die, day by
by the weed spot grab a dub I know grams gon' have me a grub I hit the front door, smell aroma of her food cookin' My favorite, a pot of rice and her
