Lyrics:
spite
Its got me so anxious, when you come in sight
Take a bright torch from my chest of drawers
Illuminate the calendar of saints on the door
How can
getting money, i sit at home
Why I barely talk to my family
I'll put em on, need that bank account for a budget
Feel myself go curmudgeon, calendar push
done changed up the calendar?
Know it's never been the saints
Who you call when it's malady?
Seeking for the Father face
Gotta ask in His name
We
suck me dry like Dracula
I know my time comin' like I pre-ordered a calendar
All them talks we had is so unreal that you not here with me
I'm mad
They say heaven comes to those who wait
But there's nothing holy about my current state
This calendar's quicksand and hell's not deep
See my boots
just one thing and then you're on your own
refrein
Am I still pencilled in on your calendar
Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say
I
Whatever time, wherever I was at
Look on the calendar, yeah we compatible
I have her flying where ever I'm at
You astronomical, way too phenomenal to not
Haters, they all just haters
In the same game but these hoes can’t play us
Calendar filled, so these hoes can’t date us
Chain so bright gotta gotta
time to do so
Than on Valentine
Oh Valentine. Oh Valentine
Soaked in sunken dreams and wine
Oh Valentine. Saint Valentine
How I used to pray for thy
She was just another calendar girl
A waitress in a small town restaurant
Serving refills with a smile in return
Pooring coffee with a stone cold
Well, the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East Saint Louis
Well, the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East Saint Louis
Well, the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East Saint Louis
the sonic
My heaven
Talking to God
That’s my saint number seven
My tears become oceans
I’m never grieving
Split into 3
Cause I’m never even
Never catch me in
your armor has turned to lace
And all your armor has turned to lace?
The simple life of heroes
The twisted life of saints
They just confuse the sunny
the blink of an eye
They are looking at my pockets but I'm looking at the sky
A gold-digger or a saint is the same to me
We can all have fun, don't you agree
green-winged saints
To the left, lamenting over recent losses
In leadership, as some form or fashion
We are content, captivated, new levels of evil
Activated,
Dey date like calendar
So open your gate make I enter
But girl if to say I remember
I for don block my ex oh
You don put me for cross
Na ordinary game
and goes
So let's pretend that it'll last all year
Saint Nick seems to disappear
He brings us toys but leaves the tear
The day is done but spirit
it's Christmas!
Only Santa in my chimney
Hе want all this smoke
It's cold outside, wear me as a coat
Saint Nicholas, let's get ridiculous
Come leave me
a gate
Security code, so you gotta enter your name, 'cuz I cannot fuck with no snakes
Mama was trippin' she think I'm a saint, If she heard shit that I
a saint in every dream.
Well, she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off,
But, these Mama boys just don't know when to quit.
Matilda asks
(Skrrt, skrrt) dirty my Fanta up
Sold-out dates on the calendar (Hey, hey)
Two doors, two seats (Two, two)
Up my status, elite (Up my status)
My drip unique
Well the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street
cnd the shadow boys are breaking all the laws.
cnd you're east of east Saint Louis
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