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
 But life goes on, that's how it goes
 You know 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 mama, I don't plan for less
 She still correct 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 it's cost
 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
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 (Yeah, it ain't gon' take long, G)
 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 the 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
 'Fore 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 it's cost
 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