Lyrics:
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
gonna flood you Big River
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in Saint Paul (Minnesota)
And it tore me up every time I
gonna flood you Big River
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in Saint Paul (Minnesota)
And it tore me up every time I
flood you big river
And I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in Saint Paul Minnesota
And it tore me up every time I heard her
I'm forming and I'm warning
State of the art
Until the clouds come crashing
Stranger things have happened
Both before and after noon (before
I'm forming and I'm warning
State of the art
Until the clouds come crashing
Stranger things have happened
Both before and after noon (before
To a witch who'd arrived from Baltimore
Things like this only happen in Maine
They never happen in Saint Cloud, Minnesota
There's an angry woman who made it
on Sound Cloud, no (nah, dah)
Tell the chains holding you you're a child now
Feel them start to crumble to the ground now
Shoot your shot at the snakes,
to get it out the
Cement Blowing out a cloud, that's my way of meditation
Got a few prescriptions, I don't take my medication Probably why my mind is never
to the state
The village didn't make them and they ain't got no say how I raise them.
Don't try and tell them poking holes is great
And that there is no right
I'm devout to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
Quite a mouthful, but I'm confident that you'll be able to keep up with the pace
Kinda
100 On me, sights overseas
She kickin back in her Saint Laurent V
I’m with yo bitch in clouds off a bean
With my vetement tees and the keys to my
Gotta boogy & bounce
Got my head in the clouds, yeah
Got my mind on mine
Put this on then I'm feeling fine
Can't deny when we ride something special in
peace
But perplex would be the state when the kings levitate
So heed the signs and navigate
The cost of not being raptured would be grave
Be rest
soul
It's possible, see the clouds
It feel like it's gone rain, sky so gray
Wash away all my pain, wash away
Looking like it's gone rain, sky go gray
of being, I'm repeating what I'm seeing in my mind
Until it come out in these rhymes I'm fly
Getting higher every day, call that meditative state
Yeah the boy
float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds
The new Franklins fly their kites
With omega point in the sight
And the post modern empire is ended
as 17 - 19 and was reborn July 19th 2002 in Nigeria to the family of Ogar who is from Ohio state of United States of America. Early life Angel Henry was
as 17 - 19 and was reborn July 19th 2002 in Nigeria to the family of Ogar who is from Ohio state of United States of America. Early life Angel Henry was
between the shadows where the light won't hit
Can't see you in the state I'm in
Fuck am I to do?
Put myself in this position
Why the fuck I'm mad at you?
the state prison
That corner don't love my nigga
That corner gone judge you my nigga
Heaven or hell is where it's gone send ya
Either that or right above ya
a cape
A saint
Home alone again, but I still keep the door locked
Hotbox my room really hope it clouds my thoughts
Cuz they out of bounds, like they
the bills and they're doing him proud
They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds
With omega point in the sight
The new Franklins fly their
the ashes away
The state that carries all of our pain
It flies, it flies then it doesn't one day
Rise high, above the clouds
Surrender to your conscious sound
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