Lyrics:
We Architects x Lauren St James - Say Say Say
Written by Lauren St James, James Grover, and We Architects
Produced by We Architects and James Grover
Listenin' to me
Then this is what you'll find
Inside my mind's contents
It reads like Chronicles 13
The Constitution
The Kama Sutra
Morrison, La Ruda
Buddha
who
Mi contra fa est diabolus in musica
Mi contra fa est diabolus in musica
Cobain called me, Amy called me
Hendrix and Morrison
I put this idea
Pass me not, oh, gentle Savior
Hear my humble cry
While the others Thou are calling
Do not pass me by
I've got the feelin' and the feelin's not
gonna come
And I stepped out on the streets
All sparkling clean with the early morning dew
Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
You came on like
with my team
Got me a new fur a mink
I cannot buy her a drink
You know it's by any means
I came like James Bond wear a tracksuit and you know it's all
sh, like it can all disappear (swear)
I pray every day by this sh, when I go jump on a Leer (Super)
God protect me from all of the bogus of niggas,
psycho
Eeny meeny miny moe
Sin was taking over me and so I grabbed it by the throat
I don't know
I just rock the boat
Am I saved I'm sure
I ain't ever
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
Dolan
Rose, pass the ball homie, KP’s open
Tell me how did it get this far?
How did we let it get this far?
I’m screamin free Charles Oakley
Fuck James
Embraced the spirits of the most high's energy
No weapon formed against me now shall prosper or Intervene
Protected by the king can't nothin' ever come
which way’s up
But I made my peace with death while still haunted by life
And the beasts without teeth who wanna eat me alive
And I met a wise women who
of our most immaculate tour guides take us all through the ghetto,
My nigga' Rick James
When I was a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto
Hanging out
of our most immaculate tour guides take us all through the ghetto,
My nigga' Rick James
When I was a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto
Hanging out
I know that I'm finna make it
I don't care bout' no-one hating
Days go by and time files I don't wanna waste it
Look at this road that I'm paving
kind of cowboy I'd be long gone by now
If I were Jesse James, girl you'd never run me down
I'd Tip my Stetson hat
Not look back
As I was walking out
If I
Lines are on the bass so you know the bitch bang
Yeah, this is Soul Jamming James
We are on WKRIZ
And this beat is so hard
This beat makes me wanna
I was driving home on the backroads
I was trying to keep my profile low
If they tracked me down in Calamassus town
God knows what I would have blown
birds are singing
Singin' Crazy Love from the beginnin
She looked at me, said time passed us by I said, good thing we got time on our side
She said, I
basketball courts
I think a lot about services rendered entirely useless
Everything for me - nothing left for you
'Cause I work the bosses at the annual review
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
I sang isn't it to sweat. By the slot machine there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet. Then the disciples of the street you all burst in through
Got to go get it by any means
Don't need no drama
Just need a queen
All of these niggas hating on me
That ain't a problem they just some feigns
I'm bout
We went from ashy to classy
Broke to fancy
You can take a nucca out the ghetto
Butchu can't take the ghetto out me
Nucca
All black immaculate flows
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