Lyrics: Ankit Joshi
Music: Mayur Koli
Wings dipped in gold
an angel in my hold
starting fires at every turn
but heaven wasn’t made to burn.
It’s time for that voodoo
That I do do so well
Couldn’t find the right words that I could tell
they came to me just now
So, I put’em in a verse and made a song heartfelt
Been like 3 years, you’ve shut yourself
Knocked on your door, does it ring any bell?
left without a note
Steel knife to my throat
I said and I quote
Man, I’m goin’ through hell
Man, Who do I tell? Who do I yell?
All I’ve been doin’ is dwell
Reminiscing like Adele ( hello? )
Can’t seem to cope up
guess I need some help
Gun to my temple
Empty all the shells
Gave you my heart
But you just couldn’t care
I’m in despair
this isn’t fair
Why do I still got you in my ****in’ prayers?
Wings dipped in gold
an angel in my hold
setting fires at every turn
but heaven wasn’t made to burn.
You were someone like I’ve never seen
Made me happy like I’ve never been
You took my fears and took my sorrows
Made me strive for a better tomorrow
We were more like a bow and arrow
You’d point the direction and I were to follow
then you did some shit I had to swallow
hurt me to the core, you left me hollow
Couldn’t see myself in so much pain
Decided that I’m gonna change
What we had was so beautiful
Yet, I had to let it go in vain
tried all the little things to win your heart
Just like my music you were my art
I painted pictures of us from the start
Until I found out that you’ve drifted apart
Love ain’t no walk across an open field
when you’re in love, you’re bound to feel
bound to hurt, bound to break, bound to kill
they say with time you’re gonna ****in’ heal
But in my case I guess time just stood still
Now, I gotta deal
I gotta feel
I gotta feel
I gotta feel
All of this pain
Coz I keep it real
Wings dipped in gold
an angel in my hold
setting fires at every turn
but heaven wasn’t made to burn.
Somewhere between humble and hell nah
Glad for the day, glad for the day
Glad for the day, when we fell off
Glad for the day, glad for the day
I don’t like to speak ill
You don’t give **** how I feel
You’re hypocrite
who couldn’t keep it real
couldn’t keep it real
Somewhere between humble and hell nah Glad for the day, glad for the day
Glad for the day, when we fell off
Glad for the day, glad for the day
I don’t like to speak ill
**** how you feel
Love’s a bitch
And you couldn’t keep it real
**** how you feel
**** how you feel
Love’s a bitch
And you couldn’t keep it real.