Lyrics:
to you
St. Patrick's Cathedral
Giant's Causeway
The Cliffs of Moher will take your breath away
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
A tune is more lasting than the song
Dress to kill by the grim reaper
Alumni snap, fuck Tisa
You niggas all dressed in fuck-season,
I walk thru the sand in these Lebron James South Beachers,
never sharing
Your money moving slower than Gary
Named SpongeBob but I'm a star like Patrick
Might be a square, but I'm far from average
Any beat I touch
to shore
That big iron hauls much more
Than we ever could before
I've see good men going wrong
I've seen bad ones get it right
As that river
like she needed a good fkdown
I was like damn momma you like ecstasy
Like James Brown I wanna get in
To it like a sex machine
I said yeah I'm feelin
fuck these hoes, it's more than one
Get high, I'm facing more than one
This Wocky made by Morton Grove
Two pints, nigga, I just ordered one
Just spent
(We got tonight)
(And don't need)
(More than that)
Been a while
Since I have found
Someone who
I want to be around
Ya tonight
Let me show you
All
When these tragedies happen
Most people don't really care any more
Than they Would about the
Season finale of Friends or The Real World
I was dumbfounded
wonder if I've felt depressed more than I've felt really blessed
Sometimes I choose to rest in my stress
Ironic I guess
We all strive for way less
Even
The shamrock is growing
On the grave of James Connolly
The Irish rebel
Many years have gone by
Since the Irish rebellion
When the guns of Britannia
They loudly
More helpful than you realize
Your perspective's refreshin'
And you're one of a kind yeh
You're more loved than you feel like
But when your down
time, go ahead, decide
Ima pull up with gas and Crown tonight
You know that you want me by your side
Remember the last time we collide
And you liked that,
bread early morning like it's French toast
These niggas thought I was James St. Patrick cause I go ghost
I got so many flows I can switch it up anytime
My
a Uhaul to see how I move
I'm with Kese so I'm by the true, and this feature for free cuz you can't buy the truth and I'm truth
James St. Patrick walked
by us women,
And the world that told him to be a man.
He reached and stretched to be the one
While millions more tried to be that one.
I want my
Facetime lawd this bitch is bad
I went James St. Patrick now them bitches mad
Had to come back on em suited now they understand
I remember days when I ain't
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
thousand just to tag along
Cause money started movin' shit around me, now it's Rag & Bone
The bag alone gon' cost more than your life it needs a chaperone
and you can digest more protein from a hemp seed than a soybean seed. It's even shown some signs at being able to combat herpes. And, guess what kind
under a rock feeling like Patrick star
Hit bikini bottom fucking round with the sharks
Dark really can’t hide who you are no more
Cause niggas flashlights
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
don't you know who you are?
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than
slope
And we clutch and we grope
We can't see the whole scope
Do we need these crooks? Nope
(Patrick True) Lead by a mean clueless old Dope
For more gold
cool, but you can't fool wit the Boyz-N-Blue
I got something on my neck worth more than yo house
I got something in my yard worth more than yo spouse
I
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