Oh I swear this town gets smaller everyday,
And I'm waiting for my chance.
I'm so sick and tired of being told what's good for me.
People got lots of ideas, of who I'm supposed to be.
Angel carry me, oh so far away.
May my body never, touch the ground.
And If I promise you that I'll be back someday,
Will you set me free so I can fly away?
Well most folks here well they don't dig too deep.
Cause they've got fields to keep
I could walk away and leave my family.
Or get buried alive in this legacy.
I want to sleep under a different piece of sky
I want to live a little bit before I die
I want to be so close to heaven I see angels
WRITERS
DAMION HALL, TEDDY RILEY, DARRELL MARSHALL, JAMAAL SMITH, TERRELL BURNSIDE
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Ultra Tunes, TuneCore Inc., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp., SONET LUMIERE MPC, INC., Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group