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suburban outfitters - when angels cry lyrics

verse 1 (conor o’neill)
when it rains we love
the angels crying deep from above
the b-ss goes deep in the sub
i’ve got a devil on my shoulder go to see what i’ve done
but what i’ve done really has no business with the finished plans
so when suburban in the speakers quiet down and listen d-mn
i mean we got a story to tell
this the start of the trek and the wreck a travail
hol up. my vision. to the notes it’s potent. or clear when i wrote it
but tears to the notes in my phone get broken
i’m the token. put me in to the game and get a prize
i’m that rise in the eyes of these guys. who sit around a round table and listen to lines. the lines to the beat of the heart of a lion. the lines that i spit from in front of this mic
but to them it doesn’t matter if my skin color is white
it’s what i say and what i pray and what i practice
so go ahead and just laugh at my p-ssion
your asking. for the thoughts that come up off of my head
that’s the reason for y’all to be breaking your lead
what words can i string up together
and make a prayer that even king pin could not do better
i got a mission like martin luther
i just need y’all to try hard to be my coretta
we go betta. this my final hour
my last meal my last shower
before i swear to y’all i’m out for the power
and lord knows i’m not stopping ’til i get to devour
or until my body pushin up the colorful flowers
this is as real as i will ever get
so never let your soul get the best ya
or regret the messenger
because its mind over matter and …all these b-tches want to take your dream and shatter it
into a million different pieces. how you feelin? decreases your chances of proving them wrong
well success is favorite song
so it’s on repeat. until i three peat
easy. money and fame…

and an angel to stay on my shoulder at all times. thank you god. i’m blessed

verse 2 (sam wooley)
anything means everything. i’m looking to the sky
how could it be possible when angels even cry
my angel be crying, my hope be dying
and n0body around even looking me in the eye
yellow jersey, its maybe just a cycle to the rest of you
but d-mn, i find a new me when i leave the vestibule
and you blessed me with abilities for what i do so

they ad lib their catholic practice, i’m sending john the baptist
that’s sacrilegious? they fidget and visit, now what’s the madness in that?
and whack, in back, they said the madness in rap
the haters attack is p-ssive, my rap is radio active
you could be tatted, or torn, or be ripped and ragged
but homie i thought you know me, i go harder at flaccid
always been one to brag, never been one to beg
never needed to sag i always know what to say
know me, i throw my double entendre on ya
the game be a sauna. sweat in my eyes i fight for my honor
a modern day henry 8, hov in leagues of his own
but his throne gonna need an heir and i need that like i need air or the new nike airs
ain’t too many things are certain
but i know my fans hands do the same motion as the curtain cause i k!lled it
and i know when i get my chance i’mma take it
i don’t know if i got it but sh-t man i gotta make it

i’m gonna do what i gotta do
i thought they knew i thought they knew
but i gotta prove why i’m here
they’ll realize it all when they feeling the angel tears
-man, when they feel it they gone feel it. angel tears. it’s our year.-

- suburban outfitters lyrics

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