Angels Can’t Fly (Ft. Ed Sheeran)

White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Lights gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent

Long nights, it's too cold outside

For angels to fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)

For angels to fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)

Fly, angels to fly

Or angels to die

Look, where I'm from, you don't see angels

Man just see rainfall

Slip you could get a brain fall

Most talk are gonna state rules to get away

It's like castration, takes balls

No word from gabriel, nah

Could sit back and play the fool (clown)

Or get greedy, try take it all (crown)

All magistrates but don't have it mate

If the funds ain't available, make a line

Start taking calls, that's better than jd sports innit?

Well the chance to make it's yours, is it?

Just know that the roads in the game are all

Think otherwise a couple gunshots might change your thoughts

Now the youths that you'd fought but you dodge them

Won't ride for you, not even a taylor's whore shook

Not wanna engage you more

But that ain't what they used to say before

Now you're on your chase wanna change your course

But they are at your yard, straight door to door

Blah! Trust me, now I've seen it happen so many times, you get me

I know the lifestyle's glamorous and that but

Takes you one way

Where I'm from you don't see angels

Or you do, and the road takes them

And places them in a messed up situation

And kids are amazing but

Not when you got 8 of them

Struggling to provide plates for them

Social end up taking them

Now you can't take the stress

Beautiful girls raised in the ends

Abusive background, caught up in a bad crowd

Picked up and dashed down

In the zones, happens to so many of them

Beautiful, looks could have made them millions

Now they can't even make a penny again

Imagine I would've wifeyed of any of them

Fucking hell

I used to see them at every event

And this shit's so sad man

Imagine that, the never ending cycle

She's just under the upper hand

And goes mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna go outside tonight

Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland, and

Sell love to another man

Its too cold outside

For angels to fly