Angel Davanport - Outsiders lyrics

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Every night he fess up in the sky

He says we’re outsiders and he’s shy

Irregular people in everyday life

They talk shit, let them niggas fly by

We’re going to, we’re going to

We’re going to blow you away

We’re going to, we’re going to

We’re going to blow you away

From the bottom of the barrel

Black swan, crack wings, out take arrows

The heart got me out there, falling off the pyramids

Hit that boom bat and I’m off irrigate

Space mine, my Margarita, backs packed tight

I’ve been mapping the lines since we started

All at this party, I’m shooting crumbs at these birds like an old school Atari

Yo, what you wanna do? Nothing

Least fall back like you on a concussion

Newby feminist, air tight rhetorics, swag with me, got the UC checking it

Real slick flow, got this sick Kimbrow, slice curls up

Make ‘em call me all Nitro

Got them mimes feeling grizzly, bear it like an MC who cooks feast beats

But you’re a weak link

Every night he fess up in the sky

He says we’re outsiders and he’s shy

Irregular people in everyday life

They talk shit, let them niggas fly by

We’re going to, we’re going to

We’re going to blow you away

We’re going to, we’re going to

We’re going to blow you away

Still writing songs but the underdog, like I’mma come up, y’all

I’mma have their backs like a summer song

Come along, fucking with a boy, sign tell you wrong

All these pages they hitting like mega bombs

Hop up my clit, sorry, you’re just a tourist

One step away from pouring out of this orbit

Absorb it before everyone, they ready, steady

Working that soft, tryina drop my name heavy

All the while these pristine crowds are bedding

I will subside but it seems I’m heading to top

At the market, roll a Jane and spark it

One strike and you out, bitch, fist pounding my art kits

Park it since you ain’t tryina charge it, bitch

Charge you when you’re next, talking ‘bout the guap you get

Stop it shrik, freestyle, off the top, riding all, checking this rhetoric

Got you fucked up like S&M

Every night he fess up in the sky

He says we’re outsiders and he’s shy

Irregular people in everyday life

They talk shit, let them niggas fly by

We’re going to, we’re going to

We’re going to blow you away

We’re going to, we’re going to

We’re going to blow you away

We’re outsiders