Fallen Angels

Light, falls from the sky And dreams, come true from time to time But I hope that this time it comes true I hope that this time I find you I've given up on love, given up on hope But one thing that I know that's still true down to my soul oh nah, nah, is light Falls from the sky And dreams, come true from time to time And even when I've given up on love, given up on hope Given up on trust, given all my soul I'm still going into the most, still making the most Still putting up toasts, I'm still chasing after the goal and you know Yeah Reasons, deep end Bust down, leaving She might take out to Marcus Neiman, demon Price on your name Put a, price on your head That girl don't play But a, maestro with your bread, and I'm telling 'em watch me, yeah I been playing cold like this was hockey, yeah Know she want that chocolate like I'm pokey, yeah I know that it's been a little rocky, uh, yeah But I'm begging you right now to stay, nah, yeah Won't you stay, nah Baby needa stay, nah, yeah Won't you stay, nah, yeah With me Light, falls from the sky And dreams, come true from time to time But I hope that this time it comes true I hope that this time I find you I've given up on love, given up on hope But one thing that I know that's still true down to my soul oh nah, nah, is light Falls from the sky And dreams, can come alive And even when I've given up on love, given up on hope Given up on trust, given all my soul I'm still going into the most, still making the most Still putting up toasts, I'm still chasing after the goal and you know I'm still, I'm still, I'm still, I'm still Chasing after the goal and you know I'm still, I'm still, I'm still, I'm still Chasing after the goal and you know Checking it off like Moffitt Checking it all for the profit Bretmann boys wanna cross me, uh 'Dem boys never cuda offed me, aye What's that? Next I need, checks Rolio, wrist That's a, flex Getting broads in Atlanta Rep the gang, bandana Giving gifts like Santa Giving gifts like who? New girl from Montana But her name isn't Hannah Told me she a fan a Fan of me and my crew Yeah, I was just getting that shit I was just reppin' that shit, lickity split I was just selling the stove They was just tryna hit, lickity split I was just getting that shit I was just reppin' the block, lickity split I was just selling my soul They was just tryna f*ck, lickity split Yeah, I was just getting that shit I was just reppin' that shit, lickity split I was just selling that shit I was just tryna hit, lickity split I was just selling that shit I was just reppin' that shit, lickity split I was just selling that shit They was just tryna hit, lickity split Remember When you walk on these paths, haha, Road to Elysium You meet things, memories, moments That you didn't wanna see, relive, repeat Your biggest fears, your dark secrets That shit never really goes away