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on Charles Bridge
And saints were weeping and they closed their eyes
At night, well, each and every one comes alive
The statues there are just a disguise
For

a martyr by the match just like The Burning Monk
And maybe he's the embers of this fire we're looking at, my patron saint, my everything

So, I'll be

It's 5 o'clock and everybody's singing
With the saints above, telephone's ringing
It's Tuesday night, radio's tuned
To the evening, quality,

Whoever counted me out wasn't good at math
I do this for the have nots and could of haves
Been in my bag lately still tuck the mag safely
Cuz I been

Lightyear
I pictured growing old with you
Some little kids
You was Saint in my heart
And I was Little Fizz
Picking up the pieces to the puzzle we made
I was

Til' it's in the late night and that paper cost
A great place of your life, the angels loss
String holds strong like it Saint Laurent
And it's a win for

his t-shirt 
Of his favorite band
Found another plan
As we poured one more tequila
Maybe another gin
Honey, let me in

So cheers to those nights
When we

on your demise you can tell by their demeanor
Cause they wanna see ya crash in flames burn in the ether
So if you find a rider best be careful how you treat

the saint laurent she in the Gucci
I'm always to the money yeah I'm worth about two keys
They say my style crazy my flow is so loopy
I cash out fresh off

on your demise you can tell by their demeanor
Cause they wanna see ya crash in flames burn in the ether
So if you find a rider best be careful how you treat

cake
Fuck a 9 to 5 make yo paycheck in a day 
Met her in the morning by the night she givin' face 
These n***** really lame 
Ion hang with n***** less

an ancient rhyme
Illuminated in the heavens by the neon signs
That I see along the highway
Running through the astral plane
And as I drive on through my

Cant attempt to be real without being realistic
Was surrounded by broken love and ain't fix it yea
Stayed thank you, but over-thanking who didn't yea

She's going out
You've had your fun
Just let her go you know that she'll be back by one
If she wants
You don't control her
She's blowing up
You've

you're the waiter in the pizza restaurant
Who gets high to tidy his room
He's a saint the son of a goddess
Lay him to rest, put his poems in his tomb

How am I rude but I'm still the nicest
Tell the hoe truth I don't have the tight lips
Thought he was a saint tempted by hype shit
CMR knew the dude was

I salute
Your bitch come slidin' by the two
You ran out of money you had to loot (Red dot)
Kickin' a lotta shit, Jesus (Bawk)
Your bitch booted in

it all guarded 
Remenice take it all back to where it started
Born to be a saint sacrificed to be a martyr 
Beliefs in between lies
Strong thoughts

here by Avy
Talking about top five, nigga better name me
I be swerving around town with your lady, in this hundred times three, no Mercedes
All these

foretold
Leviathan on your leash
Behemoth pierced through his nose
The water beast meets its end
When it's slain by your sword

Descend, descend, descend
How

under the pillow
cs I write love songs in my breath on your window
I've seen her by the river
I beg god that she's a saint
But I wish way more that she's

just made it back home
Ay, this duty is a saint, throwing bullets in a dome

Lifestyle, I can't leave this shit alone
I'm blowin' on this gas while you

nights of freedom 
Were grotty years ago 
I think heart in these crashing circumstances 
I think we can find all the love and excitement  
That's left

a minute let's set this thing Loose

Yeah
We about to set it off right
Time for revival we could go all Night
Feels like a big show but I'm not Paul White
My