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2ssaint

2ssaint is a musical artist known for their hip-hop and R&B music. They have gained popularity for their catchy beats and smooth vocals. 2ssaint's lyrics often explore themes of love, relationships, and personal growth. Their music has resonated with a wide audience and has earned them a dedicated fan base. more »

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My method is like a Methodist 
Searching for heaven's evidence 
A truth so pure most men couldn't bear it
The revenant/ seems I never settled into 
This land of Johns and Evelyns/ accused of severing ties 
That were never quite together in/ the first place 
The earth shakes/ I'm standing on an island 
Surrounded by high def screens/ screaming out sex and violence 
My only friend, a man who seems both robotic and organic
Showing me artificial gestures of kindness 
Behind his eyes is silence/ told me his dream was to buy him 
A fresh brain/ that'll take his feelings disguise em 
And tell him it's less pain/ I said be sure to let me know 
When you discover such a thing/turned to one of them screens playing
Frank Ocean's Novacane/I came, I saw, I died 
Came back ain't shit changed/ the players get rearranged 
The game remains the same/ that's to be sold 
Whipcrackers, masters, cops, P.Os, CEOs
The careless,evil overlords we've known 
For five hundred years or so/ the tears that flow 
The blood that pours, the kids that know 
Nothing but pain 
Think our people was made to do nothing but suffer and sing
Even if you wipe our flesh from the earth/ something remains 
That's the soul you couldn't erase/ looking you in the face boy
Went down for a minute, back in the race 
At first I used to resist it but now I want me a taste 
At first I used to resist it but now I want me a taste 

More sex, more guns, more flesh, more blood 
MO MONEY MO MONEY MO MONEY
More sex, more guns, more flesh, more blood 
MO MONEY MO MONEY MONEY

I move like Charlie Parker is the author of my Aura
My age is a kinda-sorta/ because space and time ain't important
Seems to me that living in peace won't get you a portion
Surrounded by connoisseurs/ of violence and deadly force 
More is the word of the millennium 
Could this be the galaxy's perineum
Breathe deep/ get rid of em 
Exhale and sentence em/ to exile 
The scent was too foul/ the wicked child 
Running naked and wild/ where I was found 
Rubbing her sex to the front of my mouth 
Every twice in a while/ fucking every once in a while 
I guess we were better off with no church in the wild 
Bury me in a pile with bloody dirt in my smile 
First I used to resist it but I'm loving it now 
First I used to resist it but I'm loving it now 
Bury me in a pile with bloody dirt in my smile
You buried me in a pile 
You buried me in a pile 

What about the ones that don't make it
(Are there times when you worry about me?)
What about the ones that don't make it 
(What about me?)
What about the ones that don't make it
(Don't you worry about me)
What about the ones that don't make it
(Don't worry about me!)

Blackberries in the belly of the beast 
Blackberries in the belly of the beast 
Blackberries in the belly of the beast 
Blackberries in the belly of the beast 
Blackberries in the belly of the beast 
Blackberries in the belly of the beast 

The pressure breaks em and makes em do that one thing 
They said they would never do 
Now you running from Johnny Blue 
And that thing that he said you did 
You can't even say you ain't do it
Because f*ck it you needed money/that money gone get you thru it 
Man f*ck it might take this money and buy me a couple brews
My nigga you'd do the same/ if you was me and I was you eh
We all pacify/ what's the meaning of life
Dawg we all passing time
I ain't got no choice I'm living like the laws don't apply 
Who are you to judge?/ I'm living like the laws don't apply 
Got a call from my guy/ if I don't get these bitches off I'ma die
What could you ever know about this life
You'd be lost in this life/ trust me baby you'd be lost in this life 
Just trying to stay alive/ is that a crime

What the f*ck I'm gonna do if I don't make it 
What the f*ck I'm gonna do if I don't make it

Blackberries in the belly of the beast 
Blackberries in the belly of the beast 
Blackberries in the belly of the beast 
Blackberries in the belly of the beast 
Blackberries in the belly of the beast 
Blackberries in the belly of the beast 
Black berries in the belly of the beast 
Blackberries in the belly of the beast

I'm slipping through the cracks aw
(I'm slipping) 
I'm slipping through the cracks aw 
(I'm slipping) 
I'm slipping through the cracks aw
(I'm slipping)
I'm slipping through the cracks

My planet's a plantation 
My backs against the wall 
You dragged me here with nothing 
I have no one to call 
That cash made me a something 
That bag replaced my heart 
Cash turned me into someone that I can't quite recall

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