Lyrics:
Rich when he just came home and then gave the keys to a (?)
Oh, you don't know Bamz?
Fuck nigga, that nigga go chopped
7:30 my time, I'm
it comes in handy
I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy
But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy
Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X
it comes in handy
I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy
But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy
Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
go out-of-stock
Turn it into a Yeezy shirt when you rip off my top
My box already small, it don't need to be cropped
Turn double-dutch with yo'
mean it when I say it that
I wish I had a time machine
So I could go back to the night
To the first time you locked eyes with me
Only now I’d turn
the rapture was plannned in time
Jesus payed the price when he was latched to the cross
We like to say hes forgiven us but we know hes pissed off
Our prayers go
she is again
Standin' over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over
burning suns, and an inaudible mumble
Inside my head, what did it mean?
Find myself smitten by machines
The screams of outlanders at races cheering once
no saint on the dance floor
Dancing to the beat
Now Making the heat
I'm Blinded by the light
Come baby get it on
Dancing to the dawn
Shake your
she is again
Standin' over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
that you're by my side
(By my side)
I know that I can't go wrong
You, you are a Saint
(You are a Saint)
You helped me when
I couldn't find a way out
of sanity yeah
And my contentious integrity
Dust it settles, where will I be
When the dust settles, who will I be
Since I've created, this machine
Only machines malfunction and I'm not one of those
You and this n**** standing behind me have different souls
Perhaps you should add pride to your list
100 times
Life be rough but you gotta be tough
When hoes see us
They bf cuff
It’s never enough see a nigga want more
Acting like bitches, go and cop
antiperspirant
Ain't no sweat when I'm letting it spray
Y'all superfluous, crew on
Cerberus, bow down
Worship or get outta my way
This hit permanent, skip
They're always tearing down the machine
I'll just watch the irony wash by
And start munching on this fresh tangerine
Now they all just play with their
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
Am I abused by this machine
Does it return sufficiently
And would admitting this help me
When social I think tactically
So, if I say I'm sick, will my
throwing cash.
In here trapped out, money machine go beep
In here racked out, counting bands off in my sleep.
What's that? Oh, this?
Fresh shit, fresh shit
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
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