CHAKA KHAN - Angel lyrics

rate me

If I could give you the world

On a silver platter

Would it even matter?

You'd still be mad at me

If I could find in all this

A dozen roses

Which I would give to you

You'd still be miserable

In reality, I'm gon' be who I be

And I don't feel no faults

For all the lies that you bought

You can try as you may

Break me down but I say

That it ain't up to you

Gone and do what you do

Hate on me, hater

Now or later

'Cuz I'm gonna do me

You'll be mad, baby

(Go 'head and hate)

Go 'head and hate on me, hate on

'Cuz I'm not afraid of it

What I got I paid for

You can hate on me

Ooh, if I gave you peaches

Out of my own garden

And I made you a peach pie

Would you slap me high

What if I gave you diamonds

Out of my own womb

Would you feel the love in that,

Or ask "why not the moon"?

If I gave you sanity

For the whole of humanity,

Had all the solutions

For the pain and pollution

No matter where I live,

Despite the things I give,

You'll always be this way

So go 'head and...

You cannot hate on me

'Cuz my mind is free

Feel my destiny

So shall it be

*Pretty little angel

Innconsistant life

Drama queen

Flying high most of the time.