Lyrics:
I caught your eyes
Across this great big field of lives
I know now
Love can take you by surprise
And you'll go down a saint if I've got
Something
place
My name is Saint Michael, an archangel from the Holy Bible
Whether you're Catholic, Christian, Muslim, Sikh or tribal
To have an existence, Jesus
where a party does rage
Beneath the surface, where you're treated the same (ooh-yeah)
Grinding metal, pulsing through my hair
I'm lost in the vision,
heart
24 shots when can have them by the bar
You ain’t no saint i can see it in your eyes
I treat people with love with love but not everybody
Tu esti un
charms on arms baby
Ayy
We gotta go baby
You talkin’ fast, but you’re movin’ too slow baby
GPS said there’s traffic on the road baby
No time to change
said I wouldn't do it
They said I can't do it too
Bad bitch with a booty
And she came with attitude
My lil' bitch so fly
I ain't got her by her shoes
man will do it with ease
Yeh, kilamanjaro
Stand tall yeh they know that’s me
African boy with God on my side
No long talk yeh they know my steeze
we are dead
I´m so far from my home
Seeking the answers for all the questions
Is just a waste of time
We´re always haunted by all those questions
I´m
Zeper & Frizzy The Streetz - Proclaim (Lyrics)
-Verse 1
I just don't care what they say that's all
I'm feeling your vibe and I know you're no saint
Throw the saint in the fire, baby, long day
Power is something you believe in, something you gain
At 19, I was king, so supreme, down to Judea
There's too much going on in here
To determine (?) happening to me
You could by lyin on a beach in Brighton
While you're dreaming of Saint Tropez
You
Take your heaven
And your hell
And leave them for the children
I refuse to believe these lies
Show me you're real
Prove your greatness
Can
failing compromise
No further judgement
Among the saints
To be ungrateful is to undermine the sacrifices made
The masochistic underworld is
The center for
different
Now I'm out of state, I'm out of shape
Freed up chilling, grilling by the lake
On the line with Juice's major cake
Flatbush niggas on the paper
You had to live in that house that's always on the way
You had to live on that street I go by everyday
You had to drive that car that everybody
smitten by death
Your end so near
But never thought that someone have decided for you
This court will equalize
No saints, no rogues they`re will be
Lift those thighs for me girl
U act like u love gentle talk girl
But in bed girl
U no saint girl
Bitch can't we get passed it?
I didn't want u in
Baby's long gone
Fishin' on the bayou bank
Makin' love on the ground by the wine we drank
Well I caught her steppin' out a couple of times
Ain't no
Who are you to judge like you're a some kind of saint
I tell it like it is, you tell it like it ain't
I go by what I know, you go by what you hear
than half your wage,
And you're turfed back out the same, that very day.
Ya cover your teenage pain,
By pushing further into the grey,
The local politics
it, but it ain’t my game
I ain’t a sleeze, I ain’t no lame, ha, same
This ain’t a game of duck, duck goose
If I’m tapped, I’d chuck a deuce
If you’re
in my hand
I am no saint, but I understand
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes it happens feeling die
Whole years are lost in
already drunk low-key
Keep my feelings to myself
By myself I’ll always be
Shit ain’t that deep (no)
Can’t watch me, ain’t on the right channel (nah)
Shit
Tell him there's no truth behind the panic
That his cotton cheeks are youthful and organic
His cock is Florida state
I'm drowning hot I'll be a saint
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