Heartfelt-Mayur Koli/Trisha Gaitonde/J

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 fuckin’ 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 fuckin’ 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 fuck 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 Fuck how you feel Love’s a bitch And you couldn’t keep it real Fuck how you feel Fuck how you feel Love’s a bitch And you couldn’t keep it real.