Demons & Angels (feat. Miguel & the Game)

Yeah You know? Uh I really thought my last girl would be my last girl Life changes quicker when you live inside a fast world She ain't want the last name, she just want the last word On everything, I love your middle name was all my passwords I ain't think our last fight would be our last fight I guess we couldn't chalk that up to just a bad night Well that's how it goes, life goes on, you know how that's right I'm thankin' God my last flight was not my last flight I really thought my last address would be my last address I really thought my last arrest would be my last arrest My heart breaks in half every time Suzanne is stressed I'm tryna make it up to momma, I ain't plan for less She still corrects me when I fuck up, when I'm feelin' pressed Said "I just bought a crib for you, come on now Mom, we're blessed" I spoke it all into existence, watched it manifest She said "Don't hang that over my head" I said "You right" and I just let it rest Damn I really put a roof over her head, that's facts They couldn't walk a block if we changed shoes Swear I kept my receipts, I really pay dues Life is heavy here, this not the everyday blues Publications, they just want to say what they choose If somethin' happens in my life it's front-page news It's from the heart for all my day ones, not my day twos It's by my demons and angels (Yeah) I'm just gettin' hotter and it's colder Demons and angels on my shoulders Every open door require closure Keep goin' 'til it's over The highs and lows can get exhaustin' Every option got its costs Please don't judge me for my faults Through my wins and all my losses Don't lose your conscience Pay attention to your thoughts (Yeah) Just be cautious Make this shit just what you wanted Niggas out here think life is G-Eazy, I pray for 'em Cross my heart and let the Desert Eagle wait for 'em And I don't harbor hate but one must wonder You got that YSL concealer on, what's hidin' up under? I feel bad, 'cause I could have made you mine last summer I seen the James Harden in you, yeah, OKC Thunder I know your last nigga beat you like he was yo drummer I know that life got better soon as we exchanged our numbers So here we go, Turks and Caicos, yeah, everything lit Everything packed, take the Gucci out so everything fit And we 'gon roll like a kickball, cross over like Chris Paul Get lost somewhere in Dubai, feet in the sand, gettin' these sticks off Wear my heart on a sleeve of this Off-White hoodie You need some time to grow up, I know, I drafted a rookie (Yeah) I'm Phil Jackson in this ill jacket Pardon my head, yeah, I feel like I wrote Illmatic And Stillmatic, I should get Ill Will tatted 39 a year after I said I wouldn't and I'm still at it Still hold my dick, yup, with a steel at it Hop out the Lambo like a dryer, yeah, it's still static I ain't 'gon lie, I still fuck bitches in my pastime I know I told you the last girl was the last time I gotta go, especially since this my last line Before I do smoke this last blunt for the last time (Uh) 'Fore I do smoke this last blunt for the last time I'm just gettin' hotter and it's colder Demons and angels on my shoulders Every open door require closure Keep goin' 'til it's over The highs and lows can get exhaustin' Every option got its costs Please don't judge me for my faults Through my wins and all my losses Don't lose your conscience Pay attention to your thoughts (Yeah) Just be cautious Make this shit just what you wanted