Izzy Glo" - How to be you // Angels after hours

I'm still... thinking hard while I drive
Had to... play the king, I put them cards to the side
Now how I deal's just like the spinner
Of the roulette wheel
I used to think that sinners was a word for when you get killed, oh yeah
But apparently it's not
And I kinda been doing things the opposite of what's considered divinity
Oh my darling heavenly sweet piece of serenity
I'm in love with you
Thinking to myself that I don't ever need no drug but you
But... let's be honest, I'm a mixer
And this weed and these shroomies need an accomplice
To this battle in my conscious
So, pour a little purp or the liq in a cup with a lid, for the one time
It was all fun time 'till we hit crunch time
Now we on a red eye, no sleep
First time in LA was a broke boy
Now I think I'm finna pull up with some gold teeth
But ya know me
Ya know me
Ya know me
The old me?
Lost in the dark, heartless I walk, cuz I'm not blessed
I ain't figure it out yet, I just run with the process
Beware of the serpents, who moving like Loch Ness
This is how to be you, I'mma give you some context
Look, walk in the building
Confidence on a trillion
The faces vermilion
They probably gonna feel tense
Just be who you are
And that'll reveal them
Better head for the hills when
Your sentiments send me to send for my niq with the semi
Yah, Fuck niggas sending me envy
It tempt me to kill em like
Now repeat after me

I ain't gon' fuck this up
I ain't gon' fuck this up
I ain't gon' fuck this up
I'mma shoot my shot
Wont miss for nothin
I ain't gon' fuck this up
I ain't gon' fuck this up
I ain't gon' fuck this up
I'mma show all love
I'mma get shit done

Now, dance, throw yo' hands in the air, fuck a opp, aye
We getting to the love, getting to the bag, fuck what you thought
Now, dance, throw yo hands in the air
Fuck the cops
My, mans he go blam, if a pussy think he...
Oh shit, I can't even say that last part
I'm still... taking off with my time
I figured that I'd probably keep it since the stars aren't aligned
And everyday it took a part my pride
You left yo' image on that part of my mind
This ain't no song about the cars that I drive, or what I acquired
But a friendly neighborhood reminder on how to keep that fire
Burning like a kettle pot that's hotter than julyers
They pass me the mic I'm passing out the passion to inspire, aye

I met an angel after hours
Oh heavenly she glow, the heaven in me shows
The demon in me sleep, the apple in the lore is falling off the tree
The cycles all repeat
Seems like after all of heaven falls asleep she's calling me
I don't mind it, I just try not to get too attached
Told her bring my favorite halo and some Scooby snacks
Sit, relax, we kickin' back, she laughed and took her boobies out the strap
Now show me where them doobies at
Smoothly rap, it do be facts, when I bruise these tracks
Leaving hues of blues and black
And I'll soon be back
Cuz after hours, swear that angel make me come alive
I'm falling from the sky, landed on a bunch of lies
I've seen this masterpiece play out about a thousand times
Them white lies, combined with a little summer time
Damn baby, how you figure out my recipe?
Like.. hold up baby, where'd you get that Smith and Wesson piece?
I met an angel after hours
With devil horns to show, she told me grab her throat
I told her I'm okay
She scoffed and said the sudden rush from pain is great
The area was grey
I guess all of hell was frozen by the end of day

Don't be such a pussy
Don't be such a pussy
Don't be such a pussy
Don't be such a

Written by:
christopher green

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