[Intro]
In the darkest night
They say the angels cry
How they mourn from the thought
That we'd live in the sky
Swear I...
[Verse 1: Tijon]
Swear I move less, when I know where I'm headed standing
Two steps self removed from the pedestal
A smooth ledge, better watch where you steppin'
Seen 'em slip up for a second
Then you living, count your blessings
Got some, new stress I'm considered losing sleep about
But, I'm slept on, so that slumbers only for the slouch
Got a question for my listeners, my life lines
Does it cure the bullshit, when I'm on mine?
I wanna see 'em scream the reals here, never left
No rest for your dead only honor
While we let the angels mourn, watch 'em cry
Why scribe psalms on hollow tips and send 'em to the sky
[Hook: Erica Tanner and Tijon]
When these angels they cry
In the dark they say the angels cry
These angels cry
They say the angels cry
[Verse 2: Tijon]
Maybe they caught me at a bad time
Maybe not
Maybe they witnessing the real me
Let me stop
Because they probably skipped the fucking track
Cause it ain't pop
And I ain't singing them lullaby
Or serving recycled melody
And that unleashed the beast in me
Just let me vent
You still here so I know you fuck with me
I'll represent, just scream "Apache" every time I'm near
Shits been getting weird
Last week took a visit to the label
And since then shit ain't been stable
Nothing adding up
Saying flow like so and so, or go dark
You can hang yourself on video
The kids seem to love it
I'll keep me, here's my dick you can suck it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tijon]
One wish, just have your own thoughts
If it's against me then really hate me to the core, wish death
Let me know I ain't wasting my breath
And if you love me
Swear you'll love me 'till my soul rests, I'm losing faith
I need to know these people still feel
Am I a martyr for a movement that they can't hear or is it less?
Seamstress, thread my peerless persona
While I, fearless slay the wolves and piranhas eyes
Tearless in the pool of the slaughter gods
Kneel less, when in ranks of the masterminded
Murder connoisseur kind
Poppin' 9's on news at 9
Tied your noose, cut the line
Keep your head, thanks to mine
[Hook]
In the darkest night
They say the angels cry
How they mourn from the thought
That we'd live in the sky
Swear I...
[Verse 1: Tijon]
Swear I move less, when I know where I'm headed standing
Two steps self removed from the pedestal
A smooth ledge, better watch where you steppin'
Seen 'em slip up for a second
Then you living, count your blessings
Got some, new stress I'm considered losing sleep about
But, I'm slept on, so that slumbers only for the slouch
Got a question for my listeners, my life lines
Does it cure the bullshit, when I'm on mine?
I wanna see 'em scream the reals here, never left
No rest for your dead only honor
While we let the angels mourn, watch 'em cry
Why scribe psalms on hollow tips and send 'em to the sky
[Hook: Erica Tanner and Tijon]
When these angels they cry
In the dark they say the angels cry
These angels cry
They say the angels cry
[Verse 2: Tijon]
Maybe they caught me at a bad time
Maybe not
Maybe they witnessing the real me
Let me stop
Because they probably skipped the fucking track
Cause it ain't pop
And I ain't singing them lullaby
Or serving recycled melody
And that unleashed the beast in me
Just let me vent
You still here so I know you fuck with me
I'll represent, just scream "Apache" every time I'm near
Shits been getting weird
Last week took a visit to the label
And since then shit ain't been stable
Nothing adding up
Saying flow like so and so, or go dark
You can hang yourself on video
The kids seem to love it
I'll keep me, here's my dick you can suck it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tijon]
One wish, just have your own thoughts
If it's against me then really hate me to the core, wish death
Let me know I ain't wasting my breath
And if you love me
Swear you'll love me 'till my soul rests, I'm losing faith
I need to know these people still feel
Am I a martyr for a movement that they can't hear or is it less?
Seamstress, thread my peerless persona
While I, fearless slay the wolves and piranhas eyes
Tearless in the pool of the slaughter gods
Kneel less, when in ranks of the masterminded
Murder connoisseur kind
Poppin' 9's on news at 9
Tied your noose, cut the line
Keep your head, thanks to mine
[Hook]
( Tijon )
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