Lyrics:
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
time to learn
Saint T
They call him the teddy bear but he’s more like grizzly, shave your face
Told me that I need to rap faster, but slow and steady
One niggas down, two niggas run it
Call me snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Here come the paramedics
It goes one for the money, two for
saditty, I'm fillin' my cup, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna tell you get with me
I'll take you on trips, you just tell me the city, yeah (yeah)
In
a messenger my way
Never claimed to be a saint, forgive me
Feel like the light that I was blessed with has diminished
I'm haunted, by the visions of my youth
Hanuman-ji's Incarnation
The words of vibhishana were right as it seems
I wholly accept them as the truth Supreme
"None can meet a saint without God's grace,
By
Hanuman-ji's Incarnation
The words of vibhishana were right as it seems
I wholly accept them as the truth Supreme
None can meet a saint without God's grace
By
just speak for free
You gotta pay the price
Checking on the time can barely tell
I'm blinded by the ice
Checking into a five star hotel
I flip that
my chimney at night
(Jolly 'Ol Saint)
All I want for Christmas is my Santa baby
To shower me with gifts and
Maybe make 'em bigger
Most wonderful time
Of course, it's bad and makes me mad, I've been through all that
It's a fact you get less respect, when your skin's black
Back in the days of primary school
ain't never taking no days off
You could be a saint you won't stay soft here
No motherfucker I be tryna hide all my pain
See me smiling while I walk in
that I'll be bad no to you (to you)
Yeah, I'll be good in bed but I'll be bad to you
Let me tell you about, look
She hurt feelings, she break hearts
that I'll be bad no to you (to you)
Yeah, I'll be good in bed but I'll be bad to you
Let me tell you about, look
She hurt feelings, she break hearts
My lack of faith has declined
I call a fake every time
I can tell by from the way that you speak
I can tell by the look in your eye that you ain't
work
WE ON SAINT WORK
Don't want it les Ben Frank on it
In God I trust all Capital you can bank on it
Life's a gamble so hit me and put some stank on it
some of that uh
Gimme some of that rough
And I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough
I’m dusty
I’m rusty
I need you to come thrust me
I need you just
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
and a back that´s strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don´t you call me ´cause I can´t go
I
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
the frailty
There’s no saints
We are the rising cascade, the rolling wave
There’s no saints to save me
Want me to watch like mother’s eyes?
I got your witness
Racks up
Racks up
Racks up
Raf simmons
Bitch with saint laurent
Get ya' cash up
Add up
Money long
You fuckin up
Gang with me
Jumping off like
Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent
I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel
I throw on some Fendi, a mink when it's windy
Too cold
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