Letra de 'Angles (feat. JME)' de Miraa May

Conversations, I've been waiting to have 'em
Tryna change the way I speak so that they don't feel so challenged
Can you see the inconsistency?
Come feel the imbalance
I can tell you either way, yeah, all that shit's a distraction

I can tell you either way, yeah, all that shit's a distraction
They have no compassion, they're following fashion
Yeah, I'm not involved, take me out of the caption
Don't fit in a box, I fit in a mansion

Can you imagine?
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
Wake up in the morning, money's on my mind

Yeah, I keep on yawning 'cause I'm tired from the high
I've been doing this all week, I ain't even had no sleep
Mama's out here calling me
Like, Amira, that bill is due next week
Thinking, what am I gonna do?
Think it's cool but it just won't do
Considering things that I won't ever do
My mind's racing, sending rockets to the Moon
Now I'm chasing rockers to the Moon

Chasing cloud nine too soon everyday
But I'ma watch them fade away, so sad
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
I want no name, no fame

No chain, on my wrist, no watch, no bangle
Don't want a pic, nah fam, I'm a shambles
Don't want shots like a roman candle
That stress there, man can't handle
A few real friends, yeah, just a handful
That disappear, don't care

Reappear out the mist, yeah, like still bangles
Yeah, I don't care
When they need me I'm always there
When I need them, they're live on set
When I need them, they're live
So big them up

When I was broke, they picked man up
You're on smoke
Don't fizz man up for no joke
They'll kick man up
Run out door style, fix man up
I said

You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
(Always for the gram, yeah
Always for the gram

Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam)
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram