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Ed Sheeran - Angels Cant Fly Lyrics

[Intro: Ed Sheeran]
White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Lights gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent
Long nights, it's too cold outside
For angels to fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)
For angels to fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)
Fly, angels to fly
Or angels to die

[Verse 1: Bashy]
Look, where I'm from, you don't see angels
Man just see rainfall
Slip you could get a brain fall
Most talk are gonna state rules to get away
It's like castration, takes balls
No word from Gabriel, nah
Could sit back and play the fool (clown)
Or get greedy, try take it all (crown)
All magistrates but don't have it mate
If the funds ain't available, make a line
Start taking calls, that's better than JD Sports innit?
Well the chance to make it's yours, is it?
Just know that the roads in the game are all
Think otherwise a couple gunshots might change your thoughts
Now the youths that you'd fought but you dodge them
Won't ride for you, not even a Taylor's whore shook
Not wanna engage you more
But that ain't what they used to say before
Now you're on your chase wanna change your course
But they are at your yard, straight door to door
Blah! Trust me, now I've seen it happen so many times, you get me
I know the lifestyle's glamorous and that but
Takes you one way
[Verse 2: Bashy]
Where I'm from you don't see angels
Or you do, and the road takes them
And places them in a messed up situation
And kids are amazing but
Not when you got 8 of them
Struggling to provide plates for them
Social end up taking them
Now you can't take the stress
Beautiful girls raised in the ends
Abusive background, caught up in a bad crowd
Picked up and dashed down
In the zones, happens to so many of them
Beautiful, looks could have made them millions
Now they can't even make a penny again
Imagine I would've wifeyed of any of them
Fucking hell
I used to see them at every event
And this shit's so sad man
Imagine that, the never ending cycle

[Outro: Ed Sheeran]
She's just under the upper hand
And goes mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland, and
Sell love to another man
Its too cold outside
For angels to fly