Angel boy don't cry your not alone, no one forgot you, everyone misses you, dry your eyes and smile. Picture yourself looking down on your brother, His horses leg broke, sister drunk as a swine. Along trots a nay nay, like right up, besides them whilst the alien farts through the sky. Remember that letter I said I'd come get you riding my spliff like a witch? This time we'll party and all of the family will come. We see you in the sky, let's all fly, all of us drinking and dancing and smoking and all of us having good times, our sexy old nanny sucks hard on her fat one whilst getting us passively high, angel boy your in the star seat, your an angelical lyrical God. Picture yourself as a star next to diamonds, you light up the sky and rap "haha its not your time" thunderous grey clouds come rolling towards us and naughtyness lights up your eyes, all of your family free falling slowly, back down to earth like leafs in the autumn. There you shine, up there in the sky, and Though that was nasty we'd all find it funny and beg to do it all the time. Baby angel your in the sky like a diamond.
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