Chris Brown - Holy Angel lyrics

If these walls could speak I wouldn't have to make believe you're here Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me I need a saviour cause I'm scared of me I done been through hell and back I'm seeing demons everyday, calling me Kettle Black Perfectionists if you're perfect, where your medal at? My life way going downhill, I had to pedal back These n***as always wanna talk about the lame sh** If I looked back on my life, I wouldn't change sh** Maybe a couple more cars so I can lane switch If I put that mic on silence and never sang sh** This my life and this your job dawg I'm too hot, got me thinking did the clouds fall? Probably not sh** just put me back up in the bleachers Back when all a n***a had was a pair of sneakers All this stress on my chest, I'm f**ing having seizures Nowadays, having fun is f**ing illegal Walking with your head down, that's not grown man sh** I'm taking over the game until I own that b**h Yeah n***a in my hood them choppers always busting n***as living day to day like tomorrow ain't nothing f** love, that sh** get in the way now She loving every n***a, a** up and face down Addicted to the game, my young'ns use a .38, first 48 They gon' throw that sh** away, bet they never catch a case I'm gon' separate myself from all the lames If I die and float away, you gon' feel my mama pain Sitting in my room, I'm reminiscing sh** I ain't have a pot to piss in Family whipping crack up in the kitchen All eyes on me so pay attention Got a problem with the DA should've stayed my a** in VA Thousand hours some bull, picking trash up off the freeway I'm the n***a that the kids looking up to Straight A's now before they say "f** school" Ha and I don't bite my tongue for no weak n***a Cause y'all never had to starve for a week n***a No clothes but 44 to a house hold Stomach growling but I kept my f**ing mouth closed If these walls could speak I wouldn't have to make believe you're here Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me I need a saviour cause I'm scared of me [Pusha T:] Came in the game thinkin' music was the way out To get us off the corners, hit records was the pay out Hard transitionin' from hustlin' 'til it's grey out A decade with the devil, lemme show you how this play out Started as a duo, didn't stay a duo Things fall apart, Ricky Martin left Menudo Was a team of us, everything was for the crew though Never Rosé while my n***as sippin' Nuvo So, so records bought more dope Every record label dollar went to more coke Ghetto rich but still scramblin' like we poor folks We was all goin' left from what the Lord taught The pressure, my pride wouldn't let up The way they took my n***as had us thinkin' we was set up All at once so the pain hardly let up Now this b**h mumblin' 'round the house about she fed up Yugh, when it rains, it pours, n***a Dope boys expect the money, hungry who*e n***a Woo, with my n***as and the feds Do you think I give a f** if Def Jam is in the red? They'll undership your record while they pillow talk in bed So I never try to talk them motherf**ers off the ledge "Jump n***a," like Joe Clark said If you ain't tryna win then you better off dead, gone If these walls could speak I wouldn't have to make believe you're here Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me I need a saviour cause I'm scared of me