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