Lyrics:
Broke boy
I got the cash flow
You come up I click fast forward
No features I'm an asshole
YSL on me Saint Laurent
YSL YSL
Did it by myself
Did it by
knew that don't say I never say so
Doing math with the peso
Speaking latin tongue now I go by Mateo
And she a saint need a halo
She been here from
his boy-hood ambition by becoming coroner.
moderate laughter
The rest of you can look it up when you get home. in addition to writing he indulged in
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
Run that back Turbo
Shoppin' spree for fun, she dig Saint Laurent (uh)
Alexander, Laurent (yah), private flight to Milan ('Lan)
Ice VV's (ice,
Eat shit, you overbearing male chauvinist member of the scientific community!
Thing-fish:
What a sweet lil' hunk o' heaven she growed up t'be! when she
your fucking death wish
Nobody knows until they've wasted all their time
You go fully automatic when you're psycho and you're manic
And you wanna wanna
the hood; what part you been?
Tell they lack heart; they all pretend
See the gates when the saints come marching in
Oh you gang? Who brought you in
Tryna
a time machine
You'd take back what you did to me
But honestly
I'd go back and tell her to run in the other direction
All the times you lied to me
I bought
I am a carelessly crafted machine
Have a bolt where a rivet should be
I am flawed by design
But you, an example of great perfection
Every inch
tryna find the machine
Everything ain't really what it seem
Twenty bells, twenty bells
Twenty bells when we drift by
The specs are a disguise
I don't
When the saints go marching in
A for a heart
B for a brain
Insects and grass
Are all that remain
When the light from above
Burns a hole straight
and they go
Sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly see
I'm madder than hell at a man that man is me
Some call me a sinner some call me a saint
I know what
by virgins and saints
Don't wanna stay in society anymore
Proud of their vices, feeling no remorse
A society that sees normal judge and rape
And I swear to God i'm someone's daughter
I love too hard just like my mother
But when the saints come, come marching in
Please don't pass us by
watching
Over silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Yeah everyday I wake up I'm tired
Wanna go to work but too scared of getting fired I feel like my life flying by
Wish I had a time machine
A time
machine
It's close to midnight and he's barking at the moon
I'm a metal machine
The kings of metal ride the sky
Take a Skyride with me, then you'll see
When
again
Standin' over by the record machine
Looking like a model
On the cover of a magazine
She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen
Meanwhile I
no fit buga us
We go take am all by fire by force
Turn them all to corpse
Na we go bury all
Rest in peace Saint Obi
Dem no get OT
We dey aim
song of freedom rising to the stars
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
Lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave
That I couldn't come up with it
He said, (dirty mind),
He said take that hammer, Paulie Ann and go to that railroad
And when you swinging with that lead
dry when it rain
I'm tired of the fame
Got everything to gain and I'm
Proud of the pain the pride and the plain
The wise and the strange
Denied by
Who owns the sea
Who owns the sky
Out here underneath the stars
We set our course and fly
Of course we fly
Oh Amelia, I’m about as old as you
When
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