Chris Brown - Holy AngelLyrics

If these walls could speak I wouldn't have to make believe you're here Holy angel, just start the fire that burns in me I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me I done been through Hell and back I'm seein' demons everyday, callin' the kettle black Perfectionists, if you're perfect, where your medal at? My life was goin' 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 that's your job, dawg I'm too high, got me thinkin' did the clouds fall? Prolly 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 fuckin' having seizures Nowadays, havin' fun is fuckin' illegal Walkin' with your head down, that's not grown man shit I'm takin' over the game until I own that bitch Yeah, nigga, in my hood them choppers always bussin' Niggas livin' day-to-day like tomorrow ain't nothin' Fuck love, that shit get in the way now She lovin' every nigga, ass up and face down Addicted to the game, my youngin's use a .38, first 48 They gon' throw that shit away, bet they never catch a case I'm gone, separate myself from all the lames If I die and float away, you gon' feel my mama pain Sittin' in my room, I'm reminiscin' Shit, I ain't have a pot to piss in Family whippin' crack up in the kitchen All eyes on me, so pay attention Got a problem with the D.A., should've stayed my ass in V.A. Thousand hours, some bull, pickin' trash up off the freeway I'm the nigga that the kids lookin' up to Straight As 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 household Stomach growlin' but I kept my fuckin' mouth closed If these walls could speak I wouldn't have to make believe you're here Holy angel, just start the fire that burns in me (King Push) I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me (The V.A. story) Came in the game thinkin' music was the way out To get us off the corners, hit records was the payout 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 start the fire that burns in me I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me