conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Holy Angel with the following description: In “Holy Angel,” the Virginia natives reunite to deliver a deep track detailing their upbringings, struggles, and how they made it in the music industry over a dark, piano-driven instrumental.
  In Chris' verse, he calls out his criticizing haters, opens up about his seizures, and talks about life in the hood, most notably how the youth are running around with guns. He also touches on his legal troubles and completing community service in Virginia. Pusha’s verse sees him reflect on his drug-dealing beginnings, the dissolution of Clipse, and losing his friends to the game.
  “Holy Angel” marks the fourth collaboration between Chris and Push following February 2015’s “D.G.I.F.U.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  If these walls could speak
  I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
  Holy angel, start the fire that burns in me
  I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me
  [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
  I done been through Hell and back
  I'm seein' demons every day, callin' the kettle black
  Perfectionists, if you're perfect, where your medal at?
  My life was goin' downhill, I had to pedal back
  These niggas always wanna talk about the lame shit
  If I looked back on my life, I wouldn't change shit
  Maybe a couple more cars so I can lane switch
  If I put that mic on silence and never sang shit
  This my life and that's your job, dawg
  I'm too high, got me thinkin' did the clouds fall? Prolly not
  Shit, just put me back up in the bleachers
  Back when all a nigga had was a pair of sneakers
  All this stress on my chest, I'm fuckin' havin' seizures
  Nowadays, havin' fun is fuckin' illegal
  Walkin' with your head down, that's not grown man shit
  I'm takin' over the game until I own that bitch
  Yeah, nigga, in my hood, them choppers always bussin'
  Niggas livin' day-to-day like tomorrow ain't nothin'
  Fuck love, that shit get in the way now
  She lovin' every nigga, ass up and face down
  Addicted to the game, my youngin's use a .38, first forty-eight
  They gon' throw that shit away, bet they never catch a case
  I'm gone, separate myself from all the lames
  If I die and float away, you gon' feel my mama pain
  Sittin' in my room, I'm reminiscin'
  Shit, I ain't have a pot to piss in
  Family whippin' crack up in the kitchen
  All eyes on me, so pay attention
  Got a problem with the D.A., should've stayed my ass in V.A
  Thousand hours, some bull, pickin' trash up off the freeway
  I'm the nigga that the kids lookin' up to
  Straight A's now, before they said, "Fuck school," ha
  And I don't bite my tongue for no weak nigga
  'Cause y'all never had to starve for a week, nigga
  No clothes but .44 to a household
  Stomach growlin' but I kept my fuckin' mouth closed [Chorus: Chris Brown, 
  Pusha T
  ]
  If these walls could speak
  I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
  Holy angel, start the fire that burns in me (
  King Push
  )
  I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me (
  The V.A. story
  )
  [Verse 2: Pusha T]
  Came in the game thinkin' music was the way out
  To get us off the corners, hit records was the payout
  Hard transitionin' from hustlin' 'til it's grey out
  A decade with the devil, lemme show you how this play out
  Started as a duo, didn't stay a duo
  Things fall apart, Ricky Martin left Menudo
  Was a team of us, everything was for the crew though
  Never Rosé while my niggas sippin' Nuvo
  So, so records bought more dope
  Every record label dollar went to more coke
  Ghetto rich but still scramblin' like we poor folks
  We was all goin' left from what the Lord taught
  The pressure, my pride wouldn't let up
  The way they took my niggas had us thinkin' we was set up
  All at once so the pain hardly let up
  Now this bitch mumblin' 'round the house about she fed up
  Yugh, when it rains, it pours, nigga
  Dope boys expect the money, hungry whore, nigga
  Woo, with my niggas and the feds
  Do you think I give a fuck if Def Jam is in the red?
  They'll undership your record while they pillow talk in bed
  So I never try to talk them motherfuckers off the ledge
  "Jump nigga," like Joe Clark said
  If you ain't tryna win then you better off dead, gone [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  If these walls could speak
  I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
  Holy angel, start the fire that burns in me
  I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me