Lyrics:
to the moon
Don't need a spaceship, I'm off them shrooms
Up by the sun, I still keep my cool
Got all this space, but I still keep my tool
You niggas need class,
Chorus:
Cast a shadow I have grown
Day by day, I know it all gets better, gets better
Brick by brick to build me up
Day by day, I know it all gets
going make it out
I know we going make it out
I know we going make it out
Making money in the hardest ways
All these haters talking cray
My block is hot
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
have to retain anger
We enslave slavers
Yea God favors me
Strapped up with the tools
To slay the Beast
All my real ackhim pray for me
144,000 niggas
We
like its back in the day
Puffin all my problems away
Ain’t a worry, how I feel about it
We ain’t talking no more, be about it
Do it today
Take my
my time
I've been putting in my grind
10,000 hour time
10,000 passes by
10,000 different times
I reminisce on times
That I was on my I's
And I was
their sirens
Dead bodies inside it covered in bags by all assist
Proclaim that it's the government's notice
But it really isn't what our system supposed
Yo, yo, yo
Yo
Peng ting on my line, yeah, I really might wife that
Don't talk, do dirt, I'll fight back
All up in the Blue with the loud in
are in the freak show
Day and night we're all in the freak show
Freak show
Freak show
Freak show
Come by, take part of our freak show
You don't have
phone.
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on point
Call up the krew, hook it up. Lata."
I hung up with X and gave
is a taste
What is yours, what you eat all day? (What you eat all day?)
And if your love is a game
Are we losin', losin'? Oh
World is gonna
the people who sacrificed their Jean Dubuffet?
It's not all sunny
I'm not a saint but we're missing compassion these days
Well I made the mistake of reading
multiply it by two and it might work
It really just all depend on my mood (word)
'Cause if they don't pay me my dues, they pay attention
So in the end I
day
All the bad blood that I can bleed
Wine for all the sinners on a Sunday morning
Shepherd leading sheep astray
That's when I became…
The saint
Mungkin kau takkan fahami.
Jatuh bangun balik, ku sendiri.
Oh,
know i been the same old me, all along.
Gettin Wiser day by day, maybe a little headstronger
to the crib
Girl you gon take it off
Make up on
Damn she bomb
Shawty all dressed up
In that Saint Laurent
She go on and on
On and on
On and on
On and on
She go
a shooter if he missed
Sure we payed that nigga
And I don't play with a nigga
And all my niggas quick to shoot
We Broad day us a nigga
And we ride is do
I'm an alien
Call me Lil Whaze Soma Ramsay
Whaze Snowman
They gunna masturbate
On my food all the day
They loosin' their weight they ate
Then I will
Still have bad dreams til this day
About the bitches from my past that were fake
Mistakes mistakes that's all I could say
I'm a different nigga gotta
a 50 slab divided it up with the team
Sold em all double-down did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin dimes to forty
As they search for blood
All eyes descend on one
Honest man in chains
But that don't matter anyway
My judgement day
My flesh will feed
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
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