Junkie Guardian Angel

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, this ain’t no cherub choir, this is real talk, motherfucker

[Verse 1]
My guardian angel, man, that cat is tweaked out
Swear to God, he’s snorting lines, then he’s zoning out
Every time I dodge a bullet, two more hit the wall
Must be his fucked-up timing, or he’s just letting me fall
Saw him nodding off last night, wings all tattered and frayed
Like he just did a speedball, then tried to meditate
Lost my keys, found a kilo, what the fuck is his plan?
This celestial bodyguard, he’s a damn junkie, man

[Chorus]
My angel’s on the pipe, his halo’s smoking haze
Guiding me through chaos, in a drug-induced daze
He fucks up all my blessings, turns 'em into a curse
Guess my spiritual protector’s got a habit that’s worse

[Verse 2]
I asked for peace of mind, woke up with cops at my door
He probably thought "peace" meant a bust, then left me wanting more
My love life's a damn tragedy, a revolving one-night stand
He whispers "true love" but sends me bitches from OnlyFans
Tried to pray for clarity, saw him shotgunning a brew
Said he's "vibing with my karma," while he's tripping on shrooms
This winged asshole, my protector, he's a damn liability
He’s supposed to keep me safe, not fuel my insanity

[Chorus]
My angel’s on the pipe, his halo’s smoking haze
Guiding me through chaos, in a drug-induced daze
He fucks up all my blessings, turns 'em into a curse
Guess my spiritual protector’s got a habit that’s worse

[Bridge]
Maybe he needs an intervention, before I end up dead
Or maybe he just likes to watch me suffer, fucked in the head
I'm just trying to survive, this high-flying dealer's high
Praying he don’t crash and burn, taking my soul to the sky

[Chorus]
My angel’s on the pipe, his halo’s smoking haze
Guiding me through chaos, in a drug-induced daze
He fucks up all my blessings, turns 'em into a curse
Guess my spiritual protector’s got a habit that’s worse

[Outro]
Yeah, a habit that’s worse. This ain’t heaven, it’s a trap house.