Stormzy – Angel In The Marble Lyrics

Stormzy – Angel In The Marble Lyrics
Angel In The Marble
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    "Angel In The Marble." - Stormzy

    Album: Angel In The Marble - Single
    Track No: 01
    We still get the work in large amounts
    Got something coming that I can't announce
    You know the food taste good when you're staring at a menu that you can't pronounce
    This winter white truffle cost me half and ounce
    Home-wrecker flows, it's guaranteed to make your partner bounce
    It's a horror up in our accounts
    Whiles your money froze, it's running Os
    That's how we started out
    I saw the angel in the marble and I carved it out
    Now look at me chiselled like DaVinci reappeared in '93
    I found my inner Preston and I went and set him free
    Now we the Black Beatles, let it be
    I'm from South London where them boys die by the hundreds
    No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print them on our jumpers
    Back when Mega had a TT, hood dreams
    Didn't even know what it was called, but it looked clean
    Used to wear the suede Wallabees till my foot leaned
    Fifty-inch telly courtesy of my buj fiend
    You can pay me in electronic devices
    Stormz ain't nice, but he's the nicest
    Even back when I was selling Miley Cyrus
    Put a premium on my prices
    Sick like a virus
    Ahh, don't make me do it like my stylist
    I hear top-boy talk from a bunch of quarter-finalists
    Real **** living through a bitch **** crisis
    Yeah, I grew up in the jungle, on the grid with Martin Brundle
    My hairline's the only thing that keeps a **** humble
    God knew what he was doing when he made me
    Unforgettable, just check the swag, I'm on my Swae Lee
    I told Jermaine I could be the Kung Fu Kenny to your Dave Free
    Just be the Ty Ty to my Jay-Z
    They pree, they pree
    I get Lizzy and I stay flee
    These new **** lit, but they just ain't me
    Ahh, I skrrr through it like I'm Sir Lewis
    You nerds had it, but you nerds blew it
    So I just got to it
    They take shots, but I bop through it
    I dodge through it like I'm Rod Stewart
    If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
    The flow's crystal meth, let me flip it like I'm Jesse
    I control it like I'm Walter White
    Tell my mum-in-law I treat her daughter right
    She don't half the rent or ever sort a flight
    I love her up and hold her tight
    Mwah mwah mwah, gimme kiss
    Pretty little miss
    I tell her what it is
    Babe, I take you shopping even though I take the piss
    I'm only joking, girl, I'm silly like this kettle on my wrist
    Watch dumb, car dumb, cribs dumb, soon done
    If my money spoke, he'll say "Fee fi fo fum"
    I hit home runs
    No smoke, no guns
    No smoke
    Must be puns
    I'm still good in both lungs
    It's the calm before the storm
    I go Bulgari for my jawn
    Half a mil' on jackets that I've hardly ever worn
    Better check the fee before you ask me to perform
    July 26th, that's the day a star was born
    It's the arena-packer
    Way back when I used to pree Natasha
    Ask Fatch, yeah, I've been a masher
    They wanna race, but I'm Dina Asher
    I bring a whole heap of passa
    The flow's from God but the *kmt*
    It's Big Mikey, but I'm more Spinelli
    She got the Evelyne, I prefer the Kelly
    I got the Oak, but I prefer the Skelly
    Well done, girl, you hit the belly
    I gotta tone it down on Graham Norton
    All this swag can't fit on telly
    I skrrr round on my big Pirellis
    Them man are actors, I should give them Emmys
    Them man are washed, hang 'em out to dry
    If man are lit, then what the fuck am I?
    I must be doing something right
    Hell, yeah, fucking right
    Heavy kettle, but it's suttin light
    I told Mel do my button tight
    Gotta look clean when I'm getting my award
    They wonder how I shine, that's the presence of the Lord
    They wanna know my scent, ****, that's Tom Ford
    They wanna know the shows and the places that I've toured
    They wanna know "Stormz, don't you ever get bored
    Rappin' 'bout things that you know we can't afford?"
    Ahh, it's Big Mike, the one to shed a light on a rapper's insecurity
    I ain't like you, I need security
    I'm too lit and too rich
    Gotta stay drip for continuity
    The boy's too sick, I need immunity
    Them boys are too slow, but I'm Bolt or I'm Shelly-Ann
    I fill her up like a jerrycan
    I shoot like a Steadicam
    I got kids, but my chick ain't had no belly scan
    Look, I'm a father for many man
    Boy

    Writer(s): Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr..

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