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Angels gonna die, yeah, Rusty Angels they can't fly, Rusty Angels gonna die, gonna die. The gifts you bring are fire, and your dreams they turned to dust, Your flying
Now we stare eye to eye Before another second clicks away, one of us will die You reach for your metal as I reach for mine The sound of bullets flying
will turn us into statues, eventually We got by, though we never needed much A sliver of hope, no diamond rings We got high, it was heaven it was hell Flying
Feel like you're flying Higher than any plane. Nobody knows you And everyone knows your name. Talk in third person As if you're someone else. Pockets
mouths (intelligent mouths) on Larry King with religious doubts While the rabbi and minister fuss (while they got fuss) Shit, another one bites the dust (another one bites the dust
All my days I had moldy bread Robot brains and the flying airplanes Hollowed out and filled with dust Rocking like a hurricane under the rug Bored to
and Israel is his wife Love you yes my God with all my heart my soul and my might When I feel you by my side yes I'm flying like a kite When I feel you
demon I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car 'Til there ain't no cars left Enough cars go by with enough dust flyin' around to make you cry
MARCH ON!!! (x4) Love is being real love Take my hand, you'll fly like doves Sleep aside the steamy crabs tremble tremble in the dust Incandescence
I heard could I relate The story was quite clear Woah, woah Ooh, oh baby I been flying Lord yeah mama, there ain't no denyin' Oh, ooh yes, I've been flying
wanna clip the cuffs Man, is Staten in this bitch or what, don't get it twisted, we Twist it up and even mixed with dust See these fans can't resist
The watch mother pearl weather seashells Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up Twitter thug, I'm the townline strangler Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
front's where you get laid at Strong arm a **** for real, we eat ya food Like dog, mutha****, in replace of a meal Give you a two hour car chase, flying
Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince Well thank you thank you Call the bank ooh I'm getting checks and Plenty of sex and Flexin like a texan They desire to dust
prize You think you're bad like me? I'll believe that when pigs fly I kick back under lamps, do what? No, I bust raps Just call me el maldito, flying
' with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone Fifty songs tucked under the prone Yeah man Sticky weed kickin' in, big Ball steppin' in Straight flying
Grelecki) Yes I am the Hiway Man I played my hand and I won Rode on down from Richmond Join the other side War was raging out 1865 Riding, cloak is flying
