Lyrics:
at the same spot over by Seaside, yeah
Saint Feddy, E Buddha representing from the East side
Seen a lotta shit while we chillin by Seaside
I said it all
the reason what we are looking for
I don´t want to be alone ...
(Excuse my mistakes)
- Don´t let me in the dark and without dreams
What can I do? (I only
limo or cement pillows
I'm more armed up then a armadillo
I'm trynna change sumn, by changing the sum
Of the money that my fam make for yearly income
I
soon
Like manana, sun and moon
That the for my peoples, like sunny tunes
So it's one, two for my mic check
As I approach a world that Christ less
Giving
Inspired by the violent Arab Spring
I nearly died once in a wrecked Porsche 911
But in the land of the dead, the dying man is king
You're looking for
We gon be thirsty no longer
We won't even need sun for light
Messiahs glow will be much stronger
Wont be arguing about doctrines and names He will
this war so I must finish it
I had to go looking in the deep
I had to go looking for some help
I had to go in the bowels of hell
Offering to break chains
When I heard about the girls in Saint Tropez
Going topless in the sun
I practised staring every day
So I could hypnotise each one
Dominique, she owns
To a damsel she is more than just a Saint
She want to know my position
She no dey treat me opposition
Take care of me like condition
Say my matter e dey lie for
got that short cut way about you
And no one's gonna stare you down
You cook much better on a lower flame
You burn much better when the sun goes down
drill
I said now, come on, girl you know what we came here for
We need a tip drill, I gotta tip drill
You looking good in them shorts but they look
Would you care
It Isn't right
To go just wondering wherever
Not a saint but i'm just saying
I got knowledge in the bag
The jury only looking for
Alright
Can you bring the beat In
I'm just tryna find sunshine
I'm just looking for another way out
Hold my hand till' the sun rise
We gon' be alright
We
It's a miracle had to find the spirit myself
Papa told me God was dead I had to see for myself
I was always on a path I just needed some help
Looking
what part you been? (QU)
Tell they lack heart; they all pretend
See the gates when the saints come marching in
Gangstas, we been looking all over town
man, for everybody
As I walked to the stable, I looked down and saw a cradle
It was a beautiful baby boy wearing a halo
He was round, over his head
play victim (Play what?)
Get all that hate (Get all that hate)
Get it out yo system (Out yo sys-)
What you looking like that for?
What you looking like
Yea yea
Listen
When the sun shines and it's so bright
So far you're looking so fine
And it's so hard when you walk by
Not to look coz you so fly
When
a race
Seven dances for the saints
Running a race, running a race
Looking for the stillness in the womb of space
Boundless
Boundless
Boundless
the church believing they're a sinner
And looking for a sign from the true son of Virginia
When the storm blew over we made our way
To the old hay wain
fell flat on my face
You gave me grace
Lord knows that, I haven't been an angel and I'm no saint
But I'll always take the time to give you face
For
Label check, yeah, I'd like one
But they ain't checked under the Night Sun
Looking for a fight, you found the right one
Under the Night Sun, don't
While I stumble around looking for a light upstairs
And I can't help but wonder if this is all I am good for
If it's all that I am if it's my only
can clearly see the lady sadly looking.
Saying that she'd take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain.
I get up, I get down,
I get up, I get
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