Angle Feat. Kornbread Jeté (Single)

Begin my life as an ethereal being

Step on the sands as I start to spread my wings

Got my girl, Demoria

As we soak in your praise, euphoria

Blessed with the gods of sex and fun

We ascend to the skies in Gloria

I want you to take a dose of me

Feel the rush of pain and ecstasy

Put your faith in me and embrace the fear

Fuck it, revelation says the end is near

I can be your angel

I can be your angel

Flyin' down from the heavenly world up above

I can be your angel

I'm what you want from me

You can be my offering

If you wanna break bread then you know you have to pay me (yeah)

My love's so toxic

Pop pills, spread my thighs on my fat girl thot shit

Fly me up private jet, go shoppin'

Cloud nine mile high in my cockpit

Group scene 14 is how I like it

Room full of demons, we're the main two topics (duh)

We could shoot a movie in this sitch

Quick-flick, snap a pic, don't gag, don't spit

Pull my horns if you're into that shit

Get it poppin', grab the poppers, gang-banging this bitch

I make the rules when we tango

Kitty sweet when you eat it, call it mango

I don't top flip flop one angle

The other four queens should thank my ankle (I can be your angel)

I can be your angel

Flyin' down from the heavenly world up above

I can be your angel

I can be your angel

I can be your angel

Can you taste the heavenly Lord on my lips?

I can be your angel

I'm what you want from me (me, me, me, me...)

A-N-G-L-E, I'll be your angel

A-N-G-L-E, I'll be your angel

A-N-G-L-E, I'll be your angel

A-N-G-L-E, I'll be your angel

Every time the devil touches me, I come alive

(Feel him growing inside of me)

Now you all must use your tongues for good

(So bow down and just pray to me)

Everytime the devil touches me, I come alive

(Feel him growing inside of me)

Now you all must use your tongues for good

(So bow down and just pray to me)

Ayo, Willow, you know that one time you walked into the werkroom

In the fluffy beach shoes?

Ah, comfy couture

Those girls didn't know what was comin' for them

Now get on your knees and pray, you little bitch

I can be your angel

I can be your angel

Flyin' down from the heavenly world up above

I can be your angel

I can be your angel

I can be your angel (I can be your angel, baby, Miss Bread and Willow on the track)

Can you taste the heavenly Lord on my lips? (Pillowbread, Pillowcorn, Cornpillow?)

I can be your angel

I'm what you want from me