Holy Angel - Chris Brown

If these walls could speak

I wouldn’t have to make believe you’re here

Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me

I need a saviour cause I’m scared of me

I done been through hell and back

I’m seeing demons everyday, calling me Kettle Black

Perfectionists if you’re perfect, where your medal at?

My life way going downhill, I had to pedal back

These niggas always wanna talk about the lame shit

If I looked back on my life, I wouldn’t change shit

Maybe a couple more cars so I can lane switch

If I put that mic on silence and never sang shit

This my life and this your job dawg

I’m too hot, got me thinking did the clouds fall?

Probably not

Shit just put me back up in the bleachers

Back when all a nigga had was a pair of sneakers

All this stress on my chest, I’m fucking having seizures

Nowadays, having fun is fucking illegal

Walking with your head down, that’s not grown man shit

I’m taking over the game until I own that bitch

Yeah nigga in my hood them choppers always busting

Niggas living day to day like tomorrow ain’t nothing

Fuck love, that shit get in the way now

She loving every nigga, ass up and face down

Addicted to the game, my young’ns use a .38, first 48

They gon' throw that shit away, bet they never catch a case

I’m gon' separate myself from all the lames

If I die and float away, you gon' feel my mama pain

Sitting in my room, I’m reminiscing

Shit I ain’t have a pot to piss in

Family whipping crack up in the kitchen

All eyes on me so pay attention

Got a problem with the DA should’ve stayed my ass in VA

Thousand hours some bull, picking trash up off the freeway

I’m the nigga that the kids looking up to

Straight A’s now before they say «Fuck school»

Ha and I don’t bite my tongue for no weak nigga

Cause y’all never had to starve for a week nigga

No clothes but 44 to a house hold

Stomach growling but I kept my fucking mouth closed

If these walls could speak

I wouldn’t have to make believe you’re here

Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me

I need a saviour cause I’m scared of me

Came in the game thinkin' music was the way out

To get us off the corners, hit records was the pay out

Hard transitionin' from hustlin' 'til it’s grey out

A decade with the devil, lemme show you how this play out

Started as a duo, didn’t stay a duo

Things fall apart, Ricky Martin left Menudo

Was a team of us, everything was for the crew though

Never Rosé while my niggas sippin' Nuvo

So, so records bought more dope

Every record label dollar went to more coke

Ghetto rich but still scramblin' like we poor folks

We was all goin' left from what the Lord taught

The pressure, my pride wouldn’t let up

The way they took my niggas had us thinkin' we was set up

All at once so the pain hardly let up

Now this bitch mumblin' 'round the house about she fed up

Yugh, when it rains, it pours, nigga

Dope boys expect the money, hungry whore nigga

Woo, with my niggas and the feds

Do you think I give a fuck if Def Jam is in the red?

They’ll undership your record while they pillow talk in bed

So I never try to talk them motherfuckers off the ledge

«Jump nigga,"like Joe Clark said

If you ain’t tryna win then you better off dead, gone

If these walls could speak

I wouldn’t have to make believe you’re here

Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me

I need a saviour cause I’m scared of me