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letra de angels - grip

[verse 1: grip]
won’t forget the lessons she taught me
she’d smoke cigarettes and drink coffee
never be too extra, speak softly
even when you depressed, just think lofty
protect your neck when you in these streets ’cause every step could be costly
make sure the devil keep off me, take no regrets to your coffin
sometimes i sit at your grave and really don’t know what to say
so many thoughts inside my head i never show or convey
so i end up talkin’ ’bout some random sh-t that happen that day
just to tell myself, “my n-gga, she can’t hear you, no way”
i’m ashamed that i feel silly talkin’ to grass
so i put this beat on and lay down every thought i can grasp
a walk through the past, lives lost in the crash
and would they be here today if they chose to take an alternate path?
all the hearts that i broke, all the love that we made
all the dirt i swept underneath the rug, just to save
their perception of me, sh-t, my intentions was good
far too late to take it back, but i be wishin’ i could
forever misunderstood, i ain’t easy to love
was out of touch and out of reach when you just needed a hug
i got mad at sm00ve for droppin’ some old sh-t that we made
got cold and disengaged, never got to tell him thanks for the road this n-gga paved
early in my career, now the only way i can give him his roses is his grave
if you can’t save yourself, then who’s soul you finna save?
what road you finna pave? corroded and depraved (hol’ up)
[chorus: auni saxton & grip]
oh, oh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
and let my angels sing
oh, oh, let my angels sing
oh, oh-oh, let my angels sing
oh, oh-oh (yeah, uh)

[verse 2: grip]
threw all my morals out the window, chasin’ dollar bills
rap was a hobby still that lead me to some solid deals
i’m stressed, the homie be like, “bruh, you gotta chill”
but if you was bearin’ all of this weight
you would probably feel like you body build
they hit me like, “i’ve seen you on tv with such and such”
so i’m the man when the fam need a couple bucks
truth is, i got it, but i ain’t got it
but still’ll end up doin’ a solid just ’cause i’m solid
shows ain’t sellin’ out, sh-t, i probably won’t even profit
that’s why when they say they proud of my progress, i switch the topic
i heard, “don’t be so deep, it’ll hit if it’s more melodic”
but it’s fans that say that i saved they lives with sh-t that i jotted
it’s a balance, and since i would choose to pursue this talent
i ultimately accepted the challenge, so here’s my ballad
this goes for all the ones who gon’ ride till the end
i really appreciate the love, signed by a friend, uh
[chorus: auni saxton & grip]
oh, oh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
and let my angels sing
oh, oh, let my angels sing
oh, oh-oh, let my angels sing
oh, oh-oh

- grip

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