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East Side Story

Buddha Monk

Prophecy

1998

Like rust on bumpers of old chevy's from 1962
I used to cop 'em, but I had to drop 'em
Get aboard shaky ground, still I roam the compound
Like the saint

girl I’m far from the stands
Pick my brain gotta lotta plans
In yo city we could do the dance
Act quick quick this ya only chance
Cuz I got the tings by

Пора пить лекарства 

I’m always on white t 
Feeling high as a god
Rapping crazy as a og
Ballin’ hard in a saint p
Not reach as fuck as a jayz
But i’m

Everyday Lord have mercy
I’m in anesthesia
I am barely livin’
Out of sight and now by my side
My baby’s going crazy
Girl this is never easy
필요하지 넌 치유
너무나 많은

the girl that I saw in my dreams when I was younger
I've seen a lot of pearls but word you got me feeling stronger 
I was caught up in the moment (yeah)

three weeks ago
i saw him on twelve tv shows
he's sponsored by spaghettios
and mickey d's and michelob

so me my dear i've got a plan
be my girl and hold

man, I know you gon' change
Getting money, fuck being cool with lames
Free Tay K, he a Crip, he insane
This ain't this New Orleans, that Saint
And she

Levi's
It's Saint Laurent now and tatted girls in knee-highs
Ambitions outdated, so you chase them old highs
And I don't trust dudes in loose suits

Okay,

of the town, give that shit up
And you stealin' my sound, nigga, you suck
Serving fiеnds by the pound
(Gas leave you stuck)
Hе tried to ride on my wave and he

Pouring up in my lonely kingdom
These pills keep me from sane
Hennessy by my lonely drinking
Few steps from going saint (?)
Don't cut me off,

of procrastinating
Poke you like a vaccination
You got me here salivating
When I call you baby girl
Vamanos
Mmmhmm
Smiling
Cuz you looking good in that
Yves Saint

Yup, I'm vibing with you
Go ahead and make your home movie
Girl I'm riding with you
'My Type of Party' still
Bumping in the 60's
Me and Archie Davis

got carrots by the sink
Every morning I wake up to the pressure
No stress cause I keep a handy tool, yeah, Beretta
Biggie Smalls got my coogie sweater

Listen, to keep it a hundred
The only thing stressing me out in this life is a visa
And also the fact that my girl doesn't like that I'm followed

(Let's just go out tonight)

Come on by my best Budweiser
We can hang and do anything 
This friendship has me wasted
I just don't want to feel a damn

shooter tote a Gat like Johnny off Saints Row
I love boss bitches nigga I can't fuck with broke hoes (Uh un)
I can't eat that pussy baby girl you on yo

I was standing by your side
I told you that you crossed the line
I told you that a thousand times
Lifted you up
We told you you don't need them drugs

Substance abuse on the sadder days
Said I would change for my family
But I ain't no saint, I ain't Latter Day
Yea I been getting numb off the potent
My vices

phone for B&Y
Now I'm in the box seats, same row as Ian Wright
Brought her out, start to crunch
Now I'm in Soho House eatin' brunch when I'm out for

mistakes
I'm far from a saint had to take a few "L"s
Just to see if I got what it takes
I got God so I'm straight
Dawg I been straight through hell
But I

good boy and girl
No, Santa won't let you down
He's got to hurry up and load his sleigh
Don't you worry, he's heading your way
And Santa won't let

that it isn't Saint Patty's Day, bro
But I'm still stacking up plenty of green
And all of my money is above the table

These politicians should learn

Baby I’ve been wondering how we ever got this low, I’ve been standing by the train tracks, I’ve been hanging out of windows; and the way we were

Sweet Virgin of Guadalupe,
oh virgin of the gentle eyes,
dark-eyed virgin, good Lady, my love,
painted by God's own hand
on the cloak of the Indian