arms of the angel May you find some comfort here You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here In the arms of the angel
the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here In the arms of the angel
Vertaling: Kant. Angel.
The angel rays are here to stay When the sun smiles in my face I can?t complain But hey, I still miss you And when the mountains make me smile They
Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky Nigga, don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter
can't afford to lose She'd hang me from the rafters Put the laces in my old working shoes Bad angel, get off of my should Bad angel, let me be I'm standing
it, roll with it, we gonna roll in it, honey Dark angel, what's botherin' you? So strange, you'll do me all that you do Dark angel, you're makin' me
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place Where she's loved concrete angel A statue stands in a shaded place An angel girl with an upturned
going crazy in middle of the night Slipping and sliding into heavenly bliss Fallen angels spinning from the lights Slipping, sliding into heavenly lace
Patience and wonder then He sent down The best thing that God ever made Cowboys and angels, leather and lace Salt of the earth meets Heavenly grace Cowboys and angels
me That's my dream 'Cause you don't mean something to me You mean it all Wrap the lace and bows around your heart Let the Yuletide angels sing Let
your cousins, your mother, even [edited] Will go and ride with me Through the levels of hell in this atrocity Bust my guns at the heavens till an angel
house then I braker If I don't see break she'll give me a call Same ol' freak show having a ball Breakdown She's a tender a star and Angel in white
launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal Hamlet and unmanageable What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels
in first class And tell her to carry on that Duni and Burke bag She from Grape Street, she know how to work the mag And only buy white tees, tell 'em to keep the purple tags 'Cause the laces
Abra-abra-cadabra Abracadabra I feel the magic in your caress I feel magic when I touch your dress Silk and satin, leather and lace Black panties with an angel
the closet as I deposit Data into the memory bank You spank over the texture of my constructure. Rough like stucco I rock Pumas, fat laces, ??? and
