the rest of the girls You used to freak your boyfriends, take them 'round the world As a teen, you didn't like school that much Your moms drank, your daddy likes
name Cos everytime that I came in I'm taking away Everytime we get it on It feels like (heaven) Angels sing trumbets blow Like i'm in (heaven) It's like
dance I refuse to lose self and try to win fans over Weight on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like ultra You couldn't hang if you was a poster Posin like
yo oo ohh (So I'ma spit in your face) Lil Wayne If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place Bow ya home, how ya gone Fuck
that bass, Man grew up on a raw estate, Now, everytime I draw my dates, They're like 'how the fuck d'you afford this place?', First place, first place, first place
at all Well I couldn't have said it better myself Tonight the conversation takes the fall Just love me like you love nobody else I see the Angels, they
no more 'Cause one day we'll all be together Sippin' heavenly champagne where angels soar With golden wings at Thugs Mansion Every corner, every city There's a place
Angels, Clippers, real set trippers Clarify ride, we bonafide dippers ESPN, you know Sports Centre Spooned and groomed, dipped and wet Home of the NBA championship Purple and Gold
everyone. We're gonna live like wildflowers, Find our place in the golden sun. Sittin' on the banks of the Okeechobee, Watchin' that river run. And the angels
ohh (So I?ma spit in your face) [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] If this is a race I ain?t goin? for no pace I am goin? for your place Bow ya home, how ya gone
, oh Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So I'mma spit in your face If this is a race, I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place, bow ya home, how ya
the lord of the dead servant to the darkside the master of enslavement the face of agony through my darkened empty soul flows boiling blood of liquid gold
power lines, saucer fills to empty with pesticide Like the pharaohs of old bury me in gold I'll make your son refuse to fight In the stalk home setting
a world that likes its women Stupid and sweet I bet you rue the day The angels gave you your share Of bright cornflower blue eyes And golden hair There
you know I made a promise that I've prepared a place And some day sooner than you think you'll see me face to face And you'll sing with the angels and
Watching an already dead world vanish We the banished and outlawed wander Hither and yonder Like dogs gone hungry Funky and angry and sometimes ugly Drums like
album? You looked at me like, yeah, nigga right But you gave me your number anyway, you were on the talcum Powder, how's about them oranges Moved away from home
