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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Angel
Angel
Performer
Protoje
Protoje
Vocals
Sirach 'Angel' Charles
Sirach 'Angel' Charles
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sirach 'Angel' Charles
Sirach 'Angel' Charles
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sirach 'Angel' Charles
Sirach 'Angel' Charles
Mixing Engineer
Dick Beetham
Dick Beetham
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Whoa, girl, I miss you
Oh, girl, I miss you, yeah
[Verse 2]
I ain't lookin' for no rich girl, I got my money up
So which girl am I gon' set it off on?
Picture makin' love and I ain't even know your name
Yeah, I switch girls when I've had enough
Oh, this girl is all I'm thinkin' of
Oh, baby, you ain't even gotta stand up in the rain, yeah
[Verse 3]
So if you comin' to my place
Baby, we can smoke up the hi grade
Them kinda weed make you feel like
Really makin' love till you feel right
[Verse 4]
Why don't you come over my place?
Baby, we can smoke up the hi grade
Them kinda weed make you feel like
Really makin' love till you feel right
[Verse 5]
Whoa, girl, I miss you
Oh, girl, I miss you, yeah
[Verse 6]
I ain't lookin' for no thrift girl, want my money now
A rough man, they trip and fall in love but
Baby, when we ran it, you know love is just a game
Young, fresh, clean
Ain't got not ring or no proposals, just a pocket full of roses for ya
Sun, shade or sea, you better light one up yourself and free
[Verse 7]
If you come into my place
Baby, we can smoke up the hi grade
Them kinda herb make you feel like
Really makin' love till you feel right, oh
Come my place
Baby, we can smoke up the hi grade
Them kinda herb make you feel like
Really makin' love till you feel right
[Verse 8]
Whoa, girl, I miss you
Oh, girl, I miss you, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 9]
Here the plan
Go make you understand that I'ma show up in London
And I'm rollin' with the band
Higher with me and it's rollin' in my hand
Now everything under control, girl
I'm upholdin' dem standards
Come if you wanna
You be judgin', I be markin' my plan
Plan to talk, I'ma spot ya, girl
Still come, know I got ya, now look out here, I have you
You know who you are, child, do not wind up in that bedroom at
[Verse 10]
My place
Baby, we can smoke up the hi grade
(Smoke, smoke, smoke) Them kinda weed make you feel like
(Feel like) Really makin' love till you feel right
Oh, my place (You know)
Baby, we can smoke up the hi grade (High, high, high)
Them kinda weed make you feel like
(Feel like) Really makin' love till you feel right
[Verse 11]
Whoa girl, I miss you
Oh girl, I miss you, yeah
Written by: Sirach 'Angel' Charles
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