Demons & Angels (feat. Miguel, The Game)

Yeah, you know? Uh

I really thought my last girl would be my last girl

Life changes quicker when you live inside a fast world

She ain't want the last name, she just want the last word

On everything I love, your middle name was all my passwords

I ain't think our last fight would be our last fight

I guess we couldn't chalk that up to just a bad night

But life goes on, that's how it goes, you know that's right

I'm thankin' God my last flight was not my last flight

I really thought my last address would be my last address

I really thought my last arrest would be my last arrest

My heart breaks in half every time Suzanne is stressed

I'm tryna make it up to mama, I don't plan for less

She still correct me when I fuck up, when I'm feelin' pressed

Said: I just bought a crib for you, come on now, Mom, we're blessed

I spoke it all into existence, watched it manifest

She said: Don't hang that over my head

I said: You right, and I just let it rest

Damn, I really put a roof over her head, that's facts

They couldn't walk a block if we changed shoes

Swear I kept my receipts, I really pay dues

Life is heavy here, this not the everyday blues

Publications, they just want to say what they choose

If somethin' happens in my life it's front-page news

It's from the heart for all my day ones, not my day twos

It's by my demons and angels, yeah

I'm just gettin' hotter and it's colder

Demons and angels on my shoulders

Every open door require closure

Keep goin' 'til it's over

The highs and lows can get exhaustin'

Every option got it's cost

Please don't judge me for my faults

Through my wins and all my losses

Don't lose your conscience

Pay attention to your thoughts, yeah

Just be cautious

Make this shit just what you wanted

Niggas out here think life is G-Eazy, I pray for 'em

Cross my heart and let the Desert Eagle wait for 'em

And I don't harbor hate, but, one must wonder

You got that YSL concealer on, what's hidin' up under?

I feel bad, 'cause I could have made you mine last summer

I seen the James Harden in you, yeah, OKC Thunder

I know your last nigga beat you like he was yo' drummer

I know that life got better soon as we exchanged our numbers

So here we go, Turks and Caicos, yeah, everything lit

Everything packed, take the Gucci out so everything fit

And we 'gon roll like a kickball, cross over like Chris Paul

Get lost somewhere in Dubai, feet in the sand, gettin' these sticks off

Wear my heart on a sleeve of this Off-White hoodie

You need some time to grow up, I know, I drafted a rookie (yeah)

I'm Phil Jackson in this ill jacket

Pardon my head, yeah, I feel like I wrote Illmatic

And Stillmatic, I should get 'Ill Will' tatted

39 a year after I said I wouldn't and I'm still at it

Still hold my dick, yup, with the steel at it

Hop out the Lambo like a dryer, yeah, it's still static

I ain't 'gon lie, I still fuck bitches in my pastime

I know I told you the last girl was the last time

I gotta go, especially since this my last line

'Fore I do, smoke this last blunt for the last time (uh)

'Fore I do, smoke this last blunt for the last time

I'm just gettin' hotter and it's colder

Demons and angels on my shoulders

Every open door require closure

Keep goin' 'til it's over

The highs and lows can get exhaustin'

Every option got it's cost

Please don't judge me for my faults

Through my wins and all my losses

Don't lose your conscience

Pay attention to your thoughts, yeah

Just be cautious

Make this shit just what you wanted