Angels Get To Sing

See I took a trip tonight

I had to get away

And if I don’t return

At least you’ll know my name

Got sick of waiting in lines

I had to get my wings

‘Cause on this Earth

All I do is scream

But angels get to sing

(Some real shit right here)

(You die for your dreams)

Listen Listen

Passed out

Maxed out

My credit card

I can’t get no cash out

I took the dreamers’ route

I seen hella green

Six-figure checks

Age seventeen

I’ve signed autographs

Been in magazines

The almost queen

The next next big thing

I should be there

Why am I stuck in between?

Tasting fame on your tongue

It’s a fucked up thing

Next

You in the black dress

You with the fake tits

Can you sing this

Can you put my Xanax

On your daddy’s AmEx

Benzodiazepine fiend

See I took a trip tonight

I had to get away

And if I don’t return

At least you’ll know my name

Got sick of waiting in lines

I had to get my wings

‘Cause on this Earth

All I do is scream

But angels get to sing

La la la la la, la la, la la, la la la la la, la, la

Angels get to sing

(I don’t really want to do nothin’ crazy, but uh)

(Truth is, you know, I’m fuckin’ crazy)

I don’t wanna be another pop wannabe

I can see the lie, see it right in front of me

Tell me what you got What you got more than me

I hustle harder than you fuckin’ hos, I guarantee

Rather get my feedback from a busted amp speaker

Than a money-hungry suit camouflaged in some sneakers

I’m a psycho with an MD Medicating myself with ecstasy

See I took a trip tonight

I had to get away

And if I don’t return

At least you’ll know my name

Got sick of waiting in lines

I had to get my wings

‘Cause on this Earth

All I do is scream

But angels get to sing

La la la la la, la la, la la, la la la la la, la, la

Angels get to sing

(Angels get to sing, sing, sing)