Angels (Remix)

[Intro: Diddy] Enemy of the State Uh-huh This that Dirty Money Uh-huh This that Dirty Money [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] I see diamond-flooded demons, Lamborghini angels Halos down with the doors flapping when they came through Windows up, system pumping; you the one they sang to Same two who said they the ones you should send your thanks through Pockets full of blessings, they can sanctify and saint you You can hear 'em revving up in heaven, now, can't you? Sandals made of chrome, his soul made of leather An engine full of sinning and candy-painted feathers The sound of the motor only reverend you confess to I see this all in the eyes of the girl I'm next to I asked her, "Where we going?" and she just told me, "Pleasure" Hands on the wheel and her heels on the acceler- -rator; told her, "Wait up"—she kept going like "et cetera" Or like a broken record We've come too far to just wheel it back, selector So, we gon' ride forever Forever, forever, forever, forever (This that Dirty Money) [Verse 2: Puff Daddy] Came from Heaven just to sing a song for you To the rhythm of my love for you And now it's beatin slow And you know this the end of the road When I sing that slow song for you... And love was nothing but another gun for you (Another gun for you) And I would hide it in my helpless soul I'm not afraid to go down the road Where we go, I don't know You can hear 'em calling, don't you? When the angels call like— [Hook: James Fauntleroy & Dawn Richard] You! If you don't wanna stay, you can go, oh It seems love don't live here no more The angels are flyin so low, singin' to you Don't you hear me calling you? He's the one you love 'Cause I hear 'em calling me And he's the one you trust Like our time is almost through Time is running out There's nothing left to do When they're calling you When the angels call, like I answer [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Ugh, said she was a fan of mine Knew she was New Jersey, but said that she was Anaheim Butterflies turn to suicides—now, it's Phantoms flying Used to whisper in my ear, but now, she tryn' Evander mine That holy feeling all gone Slowly feeling all wrong; none of this is satisfying Pull this over; let me out; I'll just hitchhike back to mine Nothing's really as it seems—yeah, I should've known that Thought I called a angel; devils had my phones tapped