Lyrics:
can you relate?
You can't?
Oh well
Damn
Doing shit by the day
All around see it's blue
Better Days never grey
Serving that base
It's a whole lotta red
Anyway the two kept on
With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshit and whatten
That day came the two started fuckin'
All
the winds of time
all the promises every secret gone by the sea
We'll meet once more in a dream of ice and snow, oh Saint Petersburg
And what goodbye really
Put all the haters on silence
Fuck corona virus
Higher, Higher, Higher, Higher
Let’s make a corporate affair
Saints put cha hands in the air
Higher,
You can loose your life today
From bad decisions you make
Stay 1000 keep your family straight
At the end of the day that's all that matters
Raise
When the sunrise hits and the sky turns turns red
Saint Laurent boulevard Like we the walking dead
Another night on the card so she can stay in bed
my mother and I started to fly
I landed in Toledo by a meteorite
To rock you all, all, all tonight
So just kick off your shoes and let your fingers
They thought I was shy as they walking by I was in disguise this is the surprise
I'm that guy yeah your boy is fly I been on the rise
Y'all look
take a nigga bitch,
Couldn't be a Saint when I was nickel less (Nicholas)
[Verse 2]
No way!
Rainy days I prayed would go away!
But they didn't,
It's
They told me I can talk my shit now
I done did alot
On my lone tho
JayWin
Young nigga done came up
By my lonely
Real nigga never changed up
on the East
I'd stay awake just to let america know
that Santa was a fake
I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
but all the fuckin' bullshit got
know
That Santa was a fake
I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Years oh
think you were bad parents if they found out
You told me to turn over everything to you
I turned in all my tools
You promptly returned the knives
with no patience
Raised by pop culture
Fostered into underground
It was easy writing lyrics couldn’t find a sound
I can’t imagine when it’s all over
Fuck what they say we were doing on that day of visitation
All I care 'bout is my out date and this nature of probation
How much dough I'm set to make
say we were doing on that day of visitation
All I care 'bout is my out date and this nature of probation
How much dough I'm set to make and where I'm
the pool MarGielaa
Got trees by the stumps no let up
Under water kinda hard
To keep ya ahead up
Make moves everyday
Get ya bread up
Change tools for
know that it won't take that long
I could take you shopping get you bags of Saint Laurent
We could lay all day and night until the break of dawn
I love
heard this 40 a burn ya
We sum creatures out here still lurkin
Move Shit all day we workin
Swag like Arab cashout on turbans
My money gettin long like
admire
Genuine is dead
Niggas tools
Like them pliers
Foul when he talk
I can't fuck with liar
It's another fake another fake
Niggas acting hollywood
bought
Bitch tied my heart into knots
All these thoughts in my head
Wishing I was fucking dead
Hanging by a fucking thread
Need you in my fucking bed
Yeah, knew that it was wrong, shouldn't have chose you
Always moving on my own, don't approach you
Way too busy putting vocals on the pro tools
Why
His grace is amazing, living water is wavy
Step by step, we follow the way, not here alone, I'm with all of the saints
Caught up in love, I'm walking
another man spills.
Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,
Seashore washed by the suds and foam,
Been here so long, he's got
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