Bashy - Angels Can't Fly Ft. Ed Sheeran lyrics

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White lips, pale face, breathing in the snow flakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Lights gone, Days end, struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

and they say shes in the class a-team stuck in her daydream been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking waisting crumbeling like pasrys but they scream the worst things in life come free to us cos were just under the upper hand i'd go mad for a couple grams but she don't wanna go out-side tonigh and in a pipe she flys to the mother land oh sells love to another man but she don't wanna go out side tonight.

All magistrates dont have it me

If the funds arent available, make alliances

Start taking calls, thats better then JD sports, innit,

with the choice the make is yours, is it,

Just know that the roads in the game are all

think otherwise, couple gun shots might change your thoughts,

now the yoots that you fought are a dancing, werent right for you, not even the tamest horse shook,

don’t wanna engage in war,

But that ain’t what they used to say before

Now you’re on your chase wanna change your course

But they're at your yard, straight door to door...(ed sheeran sings) ( Trust me, i've seen it happen so many times you get me)

outside, now I seen it happen so many times, you get me

The angels to fly,

like I know the last stars glamorous in that part

Angels die

Where I’m from you don’t see angels

Or you do, and the road takes them

And places them in a messed up situation

And kids are amazing but

Not when you got 8 of them (nah)

Struggling to provide plates for them

Social end up taking them

Now you can’t take the stress

Beautiful girls raised in the ends (yeahh)

Abusive background, caught up in a bad crowd

Picked up and dashed down

In the zones, happens to so many of them

Beautiful, looks could have make them millions

now they can't even make a penny again

imagine i would have wified any of them

f**king hell

I used see them at every event

And this shit’s so sad man

see why we're losing

and it’s too cold outside (mad ting, trust me)

the angels can't fly

Imagine that, never ending cycle, (trust)

just under the upper hand

And goes mad for a couple grams

She don’t wanna goooo outside, tonight

"Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the mother land, and

Sell Love to another man

Its too cold outside, for angels to fly.<br />

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