Представляем точный текст композиции "Fallen Angel" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Conejo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Fallen Angel» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Conejo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Conejo - "Fallen Angel"
Lyrics to Fallen Angel : [Reporter] And he faces the death penalty His attorneys say they cant comment on the defense before the trial Which is perhaps a year away But then they with undoubtable ask the jury to consider the boy behind the man Retarded, reclusive, and victimized Before they make their final decision for life, or for death [Man] Give him the death penalty And call me when theyre ready cuz I will be there [Chorus] Im a fallen angel, from the skies Ive fallen All the sins that Ive commited so that I could be balling Making feria so that my status be known All the broads in the ghetto want to take me home Im a fallen angel, from the skies Ive fallen I came out the joint and the drogas were calling Making feria so I could buy more guns Lord please forgive me for the damage Ive done In a black Monte Carlo from Bristal to the Canyon Tu sabes, I got this lowride dragging All through the calles, the barrios getting deeper Conejo rolls tough, automatic street sweeper Sound system, the motherfucker bumps Ese hit switches on hydraulic pumps You better duck, everyone spits metal Ese fire back, you get hit primero Bald head and ganga tacas all across my body Little homey, big homey get shot at the party They never had a chance, they were dead on arrival My jefa always tells me that Im living suicidal Fuck that, I gotta get my issue Rock bottom to the top, fuck a snitch and the cops Low and slow, it gets critical Cuz vatos that wanna rob me wanna die, lets go [Chorus] Twenty inch rims on this grey GMC Got a bad ass bitch trying to get at me Cuz I told her I would fuck her at the homeboys volo In an evil six three, homey hit that corner Keep an eye out, make sure it aint funny Youngster on the Schwin said these vatos were coming So I grab the signal forty, my Smith and Wessum Some high powered shit for the street these days Sabor a mi is what she came for Cuz mija wanted pedo with this fucking jugador I did my jale on a stormy night On a Thursday night when I flew in from Texas I shot to the pad in a poor white glass house Got a page from some broads saying "Conejo, whats up'" I taxed the frame till I made her cum Now every single weekend wants to fuck after the club [Chorus] There aint no grave that holds my body down So as long as I live Ill keep coming back like Jason Chasing, the motherfucking dragon Slaming, 64s and broads Everybody got his own way, I got my own Bitch ass vatos break in the panic zone I thought that I told ya that Im a soldier Eternilty Im locked, you get beat with a lock And its a fierce fucking battle that you await And you cant penetrate the fucking gates Elimination, ese beyond the street Beyond the mystique of my fatal tecnique And as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, put a bullet through his chest Understand me, Im an angel thats fallen Dope dealing killers is what were all becoming [Chorus] [ Fallen Angel Lyrics ]
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