Angel of Descent
I don't mind making my own way up
Just don't act like you was helping me climb
And if I die, did it my own way, yeah
So I'ma always do whatever I like
We've got the longest night
Ahead of us, so just sit tight, can't
Think about no dead past life
Rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die
(Die—, die-die—)
My pride rubbing up against your bad side
(Die—, die-die—)
My mind in the shape of a turnstile
(Die—, die-die—)
(Die—)
(Die—, die-die—)
(Die)
(Die—, die—)
I don't mind making my own way up
Just don't act like you was helping me climb
And if I die, did it my own way, yeah
So I'ma always do whatever I like
We've got the longest night
Ahead of us, so just sit tight can't
Think about no dead past life
Rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die
(Yeah, yeah)
