"Angels" lyrics - KID CUDI

Been leaning for A minute know I spit It can't come up in the booth it's too explicit now if I wrote It Or written I will still get It people should know It I'm hotter I will admit It I put my hand up hey teacher I ask a question I got something for sucka haters that need A lesson I Ain't playin' I Ain't guessin' I'm Smith and Wesson I'm pure human form homie I hear them blessin bless you're gone I hit you on just tell me what'ch your on yeah I run on and I will catch a breath to try to say I don't inhale man there's nothing left I throw the clip In your face If you ever wanna come test me ask about a sucka hater man they don't want ya the young boy double O represent the ask chip I get It In homie off the rip every time I'm freestyling off the dome I need the corona and the bitch will probly get me gone wa wa wa wautch you on I tell them you three and 808's N' dropping man on the moon those sucka's cannot hate I'ma get those grammy's and stack them I'ma get them grammy's and stack them and give them to my momma my daddy up above looking down there's no more drama see what we doing dropping bombs salute me like Obama hey man's know me tag along tag along my bathing ape'as I got it coolin' man I'm rollin' fast ya knowin' how we do it ban down sucka pass if you know it hey hey the money we will spend it hey my life my dreams homeboy I'm living in them you know how we rocking cheaf Wa'who is on the fit it I I'm up in the booth I should be up in the guinness hey I rap I should be up in the guinness hey hey I'm innovative I should be in the guinness for ripping the ill'est and the newerish spittin' you know how we rippin' with me and Drizzy hay hahahaha Drizzy hay hola