Hate it when to tell me your sorry Tired of all the broken promises Unspoken lies Broken Feel like hurting Angels call my name I here the chimes In these hard times I feel like flying I'ma stop trying I here you crying Stop all the lieing We are not buying 23 KINGS incorporated Angels call my name They feel my shame Noone to blame All of this fame Will make you blind You learn in time I Hate it when to tell me your sorry Tell me are you near Love it when you are here Hold me Unfold me Jesus told me Keep there heads ringing So Im keep on singing diamonds blinging feeling like a million bucks no longer robbing armour trucks sitting on top drop it like hot got alot pot you have what got love it when told me hello