While you wile away the hours
Taking bets on who you'll take in the dark
I feed my Newport a spark
Feenin
Never too holy to
Tease em
But Heaven forbid you would see me
As someone you might take
Back to your room
A Crooked Angel
On the other side of the door
A Crooked Angel
Just tryna get up
Tryna get off the floor
On the heels of a banger
To the tune of a lovers song
Angel holds their wings tighter
Wonders whether they should chop em on off
Queeny
Everyone's favorite earing
But Heaven forbid you might see me
As something you might
Take down from your shelf
A Crooked Angel
Feathers singeing the floor
Crooked Angel
Just wanting
Just wanting for more