Crafty Barnardo - Fallen Angels (feat. Leda)

Yeah, Yeah
We are shooting stars
I said we are shooting stars
We are shooting stars
Yeah, Yeah
We Are Shooting Stars
We're the fallen angels
You ripped out my heart
I feel like Azazel
Why I need your soul
Bitch, Cause I say so
We're already dead
Already drank the Kool-Aid hoe
We Are Shooting Stars
We're the fallen angels
You ripped out my heart
I feel like Azazel
Why I need your soul
Bitch, Cause I say so
We're already dead
Already drank the Kool-Aid hoe
How does it feel, Being in the fourth dimension
All the ways it got you bending, Fuck a ceiling
Ain't been this high up in a minute, Why is Lucy trippin'
In a good way I meant it, But you ain't get it
Why she only hit me when she lose her guy
To the side, Had to move here, Aye Aye
That night I said that I cared, I lied
Karma coming soon, I seen us both die
We Are Shooting Stars
We're the fallen angels
You ripped out my heart
I feel like Azazel
Why I need your soul
Bitch, Cause I say so
We're already dead
Already drank the Kool-Aid hoe
We Are Shooting Stars
We're the fallen angels
You ripped out my heart
I feel like Azazel
Why I need your soul
Bitch, Cause I say so
We're already dead
Already drank the Kool-Aid hoe
We are shooting stars, We the fallen angles
Got this knife in my neck, And it's fucking wit my halo
I can't say no, So I drank the Kool-Aid hoe
And everything goes black, you still ain't get it though
I wanna die, You don't pay attention
That look in your eyes, Doesn't distract from your intentions
You broke my heart
Come here to me with your confessions
Now I take these drugs to ease the tension
We are shooting stars
We are shooting
Shooting stars, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah

Written by:
Leda Hawkins, Mauryce Allen

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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