DARK ANGELS CRY TOO

My cherie amour But a blind man could see The pain you endure Pray the lord Receive blessings You have in store Keep away From them demons Creeping at your door With a tech nine For your bedside Like a bed light Or A lil sage for them days That you can't go on I'm curious Do you know who the f*ck you are? What you here for? Cuz if you did you Wouldn't cry these tears no more Lifes a bitch, but she's bad one But if you gone let her f*ck Then wear a magnum If she send the opps again You better drag em Questions don't come with cash Then don't ask it If you feeling cunt today Then don't mask it Just get up in your bag Ya briefcase and ya basket Just be yourself again Make it a habit I'd rather off myself Than force you niggas just to like me Better off myself It's Probably better for my psyche Only checking for me For a check Ain't talking Nike Weed my only company No need to invite me Don't f*ck with friends With too much friends It make me hesitant They do for clout I do without And look who relevant I rock these here Versaces shades Just for the hell of it Look how I'm selling it Stay in my element Body mind spirit Sound mind I can hear it I wrote em in these lyrics My Karma looking clearer Striving for perfection Still been a heathen Guess I'll call it even F*ck it least I'm breathing