Aengels

If I could have severed these ties witcha
I’d be on my way to paradise
If I could have severed these ties witcha
I’d be alright
I feel oppression, I feel the pressure of guessin
Collusions and bad intentions
It never happens to lessen the weight
I made allusions to you
The printing press, had a date
I started fiending for you
They told me I had to wait
I keep confessing I’d climb bodies n fences for nothin mor than a taste
If Freddie Bnson could do it I’m Nathan Cressin my fate
You’re Drugs to me baby, you scraping food off my plate
Parasitic impressions, you spillin blood on my cake
More blood on my bread
More blood on my hands
More rife expressions to chasin you in my head
More life to niggas who celebrating the dead
Believe invisible hands, I’m murderous in my dread
I need you to feel my plight
I need you to feel content
I’m losin my cred, run away from the feds
I fall asleep in my bed
Addressing all of the demons you summoned within my head, like
If I could have severed these ties witcha
I’d be on my way to paradise
If I could have severed these ties witcha
I’d be alright
Niggas catching bodies for bread, call that eucharist
Niggas playing games in my head, this ain’t no euchre this that
Chase pleasure
Find treasure
Take it to the bank
Way too fresh you can’t measure
But I be clever, the cleaver comin
For all the oppressors
I got a fever from never keepin ambitious endeavours
I feel indebted to you for never secreting the nectar
I hope the reaper is more forgiving than Jesus himself and you make me sick
Niggas pleasing you so they sellin half a brick
I be feelin too, cuz you know just how I tick
Will I ever be free will I ever just quit
I ain’t keep off, I ain’t tryna be slick
You always leave what you love when it’s right at your point
Like would cam ditch mitch again to live in Detroit?
I see an angel clippin wings, tryna build and destroy
That’s how they keep them rowdy niggas out from makin they noise
If I could have severed these ties witcha
I’d be on my way to paradise
If I could have severed these ties witcha
I’d be alright