Lyrics:
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
forevermore
I just get debated on, I just get my greatest on
Saint Laurent on speed dial, I just put the latest on
Bring it on, bring it on, you want more,
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
I'mma do it, get it by any means
Serving food for the thought like it's rock to the fiends
I said this shit for years boy, this life ain't what it seems
Cut by the scars of timeless coming back
Realize the unreachable is nothing
Cool winds wash down your hope and you slipped
Cool winds wash down your
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich, I'mma die
Christ is
And he never hung with the Saints it makes no sense to save the righteous
By the age ten, we were caged in
Now they raise men in the state pen
to beg, I'll beg, just don't walk away
Janie don't you take your love to town
You deserve a shooter, a saint
Someone to give it to you straight
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame niggaz bore
the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!
Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one day
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's
I've kissed and courted them all, gentle and simple, short and medium and tall
But kept a merry heart free, 'till it was stole unknownst by Kitty
room by the chair
You're smoking a cigarette
If I close my eyes, I can see your face; you're saying: "I missed you."
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
You Straight
It'll Put You On The Right Track
Well, I Ain't No Devil And I Ain't No Saint
But I Can Tell A Dealer By The Colour Of His Paint
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
has left you baby
Don't lie to yourself
Put them old records on
And admit that it's gone somewhere else
Just because we're beasts of blame by
Would she set it(?) side-by-side with all your bullshit from last May
You like to live what you can't do and you know you ain't
It's very hard, I
through the wall that divides could you make the statement that you're free to a world dividing? Bleed Satan amongst saints One brick in this world of hate
at the angel's tomb alone
A whole world ending to exist
Mirrors of mourning, nothing else
Blinded by grief they are everyone
Awaitin' your final way, watchin'
chiammn ancor
Angel
Ca me vonn fa for
Sord ngopp a sord p regnr o cor
Chiagn Lacrm r or
E nun m ferm fin e quand
Quann chest aria cagn
Step by step
Vogl
an angel
Fooled me by your magic touch
Should I blame myself first
Love shriveled by thirst
Got a feeling that keeps my heart bleeding
You fly away like
outside and you’re all alone
When all seems lost so far from home
And hope is gone and light so dim
I’ll stand by you inside the night
I’ll be your angel
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