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on this path im chosen 
Wonder why my heart Colden pain deeper than the ocean. 
Starships that's all I know my girl begging me to stay, I say I got to go 
I

by the hour
I’m in the fashion world like what the fuck is black power
I just wanna be Louie, Prada , even saint lurant, 
ooo
trippin, y’all niggas

dog, we throw a bone, you tryna stay, this aint your home
She wanted me, she gave me dome, i wanted her, leave her alone
I know bout girls and how they

girl is a fan
(Fan)
Play this in the office make her jam Like the printer, uh (Like the printer)
No saint Nick Imma sinner
She say my bass
Complement her

get it by yourself
While the time keep ticking
Pray to GOD for some help
Not a preacher
Not a savior
Never been a saint
I just feel the urge to say

was
I know it was me
But I saw you in the back seat
There's two girls in the front seat
From Saint John, or KV
And they know Kaitlyn hates me
And that

bakpack, the ladies man
I kissed a girl, she Katy friend
They kissing too, she Katy Perry
I made the movie, I'm Tyler Perry
They cat fighting, like Halle

them chimneys
Or look like Saint Nick
And make sure that yo ass don't get shot by cupid
And make sure that your gingerbread house ain't got no gluten
If

get the mic 

What you post online? 
What's your Zodiac sign? 
I'm cancer baby girl it's a different sight 

Nothing new just another night 
Same Vice-s

dissing we come where you are
Fuck it we chillin' raised by the saints but I run with some villains
know I'm a star, niggas start dissing we come where you

Well, I must have been a ghost to you
When you passed me right by on the train
And I must have missed you under the moonlight
Shined, when you took

And we some real players
I like my bitches with a body who look just like Drayas
Vanilla chocolate strawberry I like all good flavors
Pretty girl

calling like won't you get you some manners
I tell em I'm very cool but when I'm working I be vampin'
Niggas hate it they girl choosing and dancing
Late

like pain"

I won't debate 
Grip that waist
Gimme that pussy
I want a taste 
Life's too short
Not to get dicked down
By a gothboy rockstar 
I'm no saint

Yk I’m growing with all my
Pains 
S/o to logic you know he a saint 
Nothin in my pockets but go check the bank 
We flexin silence and keep me a k,
But

Indian passport
She wanna know ma passcode
Possessed by sex demon
I think she needs a paster
Always on her instagram like she famous
But I won’t ever wife

Fuck pocket knives I got ammunition and we run the nation
I'm a solo artist that's stressing the labels
I'm the only Saint that's sorrounded by rebels

around girl that's where we stay  

Verse 2
I get to bussin' on these basic bitches
Twist a bit of mystical herb
And get to higher livin'
Make or break

Written by: Christo Andriopoulos & Florian Wiesner


Iced out my neck
Then I got the pistola 
Gotta watch ya back these m**********
Wanna roll ya

So I’m tryna make it home before the street lights hit, baby girl (tryna make it home, to ya)
You know ima never let you go once you in my world
Word

I gotta give a shout-out to Saint Etienne on this one
Really one of my favorite bands of all time
I was vibing out to this, just figured, “Let me hop

be a disaster my last chapter,
Will i leave kids for you to look after,
A house and family thats all that matters,
Well i aint got no girl no children

for a saint
I'm hanging up heads, renovation
You niggas lame and always say the same shit
None of it makes sense
I stick you up for your stick, you

the penthouse for a day
Over looking Point Loma loving that San Diego Bay

I'm loving her thighs
When she walk by
I cannot control my eyes
They moving side