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Angel's Share

25

Hip-Hop/Rap

Angel's Share was released on March 21, 2025 by Backwoodz Studioz as a part of the album Did You Enjoy Your Time Here...?

Song Details

AlbumDid You Enjoy Your Time Here...?

Release DateMarch 21, 2025

LabelBackwoodz Studioz

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

PremRock

Lead Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

PremRock

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Controller 7

Producer

Lyrics

And what is your occupation, or, former occupation?

I... I never know how to answer this

Well, recently I've been painting, oh, I'd love to show you some

And of course, I'm always writing, and then

I've been composing songs for years and working with machines

And gadgets constructing...

I think of myself as an atmosphere creator

Dissociated, not associated

Staff acting funny style, I'm using vibes to find a honey, yeah

Pangs of guilt about not yet procreating

But it's still sorta "Yo, we made it"

Legends in my phone, I can drunk text or simply look at instead

Because I know I'm faded

Not trying to penetrate, just on aging

Don't look at it as losing time, rather see the grace that I'm gaining

Requesting time and space, there are no lines to trace

Plus the rewind button been stuck

I'm safely tucked behind the crawlspace

Of every woman I love, the strange arrangement

With the requisite amount of shame

Give them heartstrings a tug, but doubt sprouts from the fountain all the same

Instead, I climb that mountain every day

Cease from packaging failures like mailers

And still either something sustains or it craters

Hope is movable feast, stays meeting me when I move my feet

Or at the very least, still remains catered

Integrity, the game's most endangered

Let 'em shoot your brains up

Switch the math and stay up on you like you change up

Tryna sell it like a realtor

Call your fam to get you familiar (What's up fam?)

But tucked in the fine print of the deal is a line familiar

And feet to the fire, you gon' feel the temperature climb

The little piggy got a space heater for winter, plus the chin-chiller

Stargazing at the Big Dipper, listening to Dilla

Ain't going tip, it's my paint on the picture

Carpal tunnel strain in my wrist, never hear complaint when the view

Best carried by portrait, laid landscape by the vista

Yeah, yeah

Drum roll of an empathetic drum

Heartbeat rhythm is shaking off the delayed thump

A maze made of malaise, ripped from my pay stub

Of a raise that never come

Curse of a clever tongue, birthed from that of success and stress

To step on every wrong, but don't step over any wrong

Outstretched hand like a nice rule of thumb

Where'd you get it from?

Bumping Rick the Ruler with my good eye

What a sharp money put they betting on

Present to the public like a debutante

Wouldn't say the stick has never stuck, it's just the lever's gone

Dimension of your measures wrong

You could never tie me down, I left the tether sawn

Did you enjoy your time here?

Written by: PremRock

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