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letra de on one - angl

[intro: angl]
need to crack a cold one
took shots i’m so gone
ya i got that cold tongue
f-ck it, think i’m on one now
need to crack a cold one
took shots i’m so gone
ya i got that cold tongue
f-ck it, think i’m on one now

[verse 1: angl]
yah we ’bout it ’bout it’ bout it
ain’t no other way around it
you go safe and soundest, i take roads ’til i stay surrounded (i do)
still find ways out it (i do), went from shyest to loudest (i did)
went from coward to prowess (i did), ego shield like the spartans
i would body a bro with like a single blow, angl the show so if you didn’t know
bring the recorders and cameras i pose, with the head of an enemy leave him in chokes
hid in anemones from all these sharks, lost all my love cause the feelings depart
when they turned fake took fake turns ya see that i just broke apart
but i had to learn the hard way, this life ain’t no game
nah there ain’t no start screens, game overs way more costing

[hook: angl]
cause i, need to crack a cold one
took shots i’m so gone
ya i got that cold tongue
f-ck it, think i’m on one now
need to crack a cold one
took shots i’m so gone
ya i got that cold tongue
f-ck it, think i’m on one now

[verse 2: angl]
it’s angl call me ct, just make sure you meet my angle
i been caught up in a fable, spent a minute in a dangle
blondie on my side, looking like i’m coming straight from tangled
catch my lingo clear the table, cause i’m serving you so hateful
like a dreamer waiting tables, or the servant slaves in django
i could pick apart the owner, take the horses from his stables
keep my fingers on the mild, in the wild wild west
cause throwing up a sign, gets you fired up in your chest
oh yes been what i had to, f-ck it i’m being who i wanna be
and f-ck all those mad at me, i don’t give a dam if you jam my feats

[verse 3: j ones]
lay me to rest put my hands on my chest
bombay and henny it stay on my breath
you copy the style so i’m not impressed, i just murder a beat till i’m under arrest
i had a dream and i’m seeing it through, want some advice this from me here to you?
go crash and burn in your vehicle dude, if you speak out to me then i’m calling my troops
don’t f-ck with the kid, i’m sipping my brew
unconscious again, you know what it do
don’t ask how i been, nothing is new
i’m back in my zen, the fountain of youth
the whole f-cking city stay weighing on my back
i need an old f-cking bentley race around and come right back
i might just throw a couple fifties at the strippy let it stack
i might just sip up all this whiskey down this bottle full of jack
see they wait on me like payday, i haul this weight no freight train
party on a vacay, right back to work the same day
but to my old life that’s long gone, we banging beats the whole drum
i’m stressed out i need some old rum, or go straight to the ice chest

- angl

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