Ayo, I no longer have a halo

I got demons on my payroll

Say goodbye to the angel

Ayo, I no longer have a halo

I got demons on my payroll (say goodbye)

So say goodbye to the angel

Ayo, I no longer have a halo

I got demons on my payroll (say goodbye)

So say goodbye to the angel

Ay

Ay

This is my pick-up point; it’s like I’m Uber-driven

I don’t want supervision, I want some super living

I don’t know why you’re out here acting like you’re forgiven

There’s something in the water and you just went scuba divvin’

Why’re you talking to me? Nobody gave you permission

It’s obvious your bosses sent you on a crucial mission

A futile mission that’s based off of superstition

It’s like I’m bad teacher, blurring your pupils’ vision

Ay

Ay

Ay

I learned from the greats

Who resolve beef by having bra’s burnt at the stake

On the road to redemption, they’ve got permanent breaks

And preach about it. Look how long of a sermon it takes

I don’t need order. Holy water, I can certainly taste

And the blood that’s thicker just turned into burgundy waste

Memories of my trip to Durban erased

By the weed we smoked tourists and the bourbon we chased

With tonic water. How many bottles did SoniQ order?

After his cousin got killed and his friend died of a chronic disorder

Possibly, sorta. So many scenarios that he probably thought of

Got so many nieces, it’s like I got me a daughter

Didn’t feel like this back when I was dropping ‘We Water’

And now I’ve got eleven, two nephews, uncle is borderline crazy

Them my babies, I’m locked and loaded

Rhaa

Ayo, I no longer have a halo

I got demons on my payroll

So say goodbye to the angel

Ayo, I no longer have a halo

I got demons on my payroll

So say goodbye to the angel

Angel

Angel

Since I wrote the first verse, I’ve been through a lot of changes

Continue to rock stages, put my pen to a lot of pages

Show up alone and leave the venue with a lot of strangers

They warned me about it but I forgot the dangers, uh

No matter where I go, though, I can’t help but be a misfit

Fitting in with others just wasn’t as realistic

And coz I’m such a wizard, my lover must be a mystic

I always had a thing for witches.

I was into Agatha All Along

After all of that I would ask to be all alone

Asking for access to actually aura farm off of me

Please

I’m protecting my peace and respecting my peeps

Rapping in a manner that can resurrect the deceased

So many gems that I penned were never released

And they were food for thought for angels, a heavenly feast

For seven days, man, I was everywhere in these streets

And then I disappeared for months, my omnipresence was weak

Seventy-three people are stressing me. They want my presence and reach

I just want some juice and vodka and sex on the beach

But all I get is sanctimony, they’re texting to preach

My students sick of all my lectures and every speech

I offer my blessings to each. I got no more lessons to teach

Peace, I say

Ayo, I no longer have a halo (No, no, no)

I got demons on my payroll

So say goodbye to the angel