Lupe Fiasco Angels

I see, diamond flooded demons, Lamborghini angels

Halos down with the doors flapping when they came through

Windows up, system bumping, you the one they sang to

Same two, who said they the ones you should send your thanks through

Pockets full of blessings, they can sanctify and saint you

You can hear them revving/reverend up in heaven now, can’t you?

Sandals made of chrome, his soul made of leather

An engine full of sinning and candy painted feathers

The sound of the motor only revving/reverend you confess to

I see this all in the eyes of the girl I’m next to

I asked her “Where we going?” and she just told me “Pleasure”

Hands on the wheel and her heels on the acceler-

-rator, told her wait up, she kept going like et cetera

But like a broken record, we’ve come too far to just wheel it back selector

So we going ride forever, forever, forever, forever, forever

Uh, said she was a fan of mine

Knew she was New Jersey, but said that she was Anaheim

Butterflies turn to suicides, now it’s phantoms flying

Used to whisper in my ear, but now she trying to Vander mine

That holy feeling/Holyfield all gone, slowly feeling all wrong

None of this is satisfying, pull it over, let me out

I’ll just hitchhike back to mine

Nothing’s really as it seems, yeah I should of known that

Thought I called a angel, devils had my phones tapped