Lyrics:
pausing outside a
Shop Mousebender looking up at
The shop Edwardian-style shop
With large sign above it reading
'Ye Olde Cheese Emporium'
Another sign below
cause the lady is right
No way she ain't
Trouble we paint
Imma get so lit you can call me a saint
Call me a su
Call me a saint
Shooting for watch how we
and close the doors
Man for what? Santa Claus Ho
And, we gonna blow ounce with him
G's up, hoes down
I got Santa Claus high as shit
Sitting by the tree
The Passenger
I was young letting the world go by
I didn’t stop to wonder why
My skies were grey you were the rising sun
Writing songs for the lonely
up, baby come lift that dress then roll it up for me when I'm stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami,
it up for me when I'm stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed
Like wait
She said I'm amazing
One of the best like fuck that
I wake up the best you're crazy
Crazy
Laugh to the bank thats daily
Yup
Smile for
haven't seen her, or heard her for a while, and I miss her
Music, where have you been
We've been looking all over, but can't seem to find our friend
Music,
doin'
Look
Check
Look
I'm just looking to smoke
Roll it up and inhale
Pour me another drink
On the hunt for some tail surrounded by females
I'm feeling so
don't wanna push you way too much
I don't wanna lean that way too far
I don't wanna ever learn the hard way
But if you're looking for stable, that'll
to be saved
We're all looking for redemption
From the wrongs we've done
Sinner or saint?
A sacrifice in vain for your salvation (from damnation)
We're
love, I ain't got no time for that
Don't wanna fuck it up
But you know I like you mad
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you back
Looking for you in
World can be one
Under life-giving Sun
But we must start
Build it part by part
And until we are done
We just carry on
And everything I do I do for you
Well I came from long lonely patience for vanity
Counting on the sun waking folklore at night.
Jacob drumming with fingers and benches
Then mother's
the verse with accuracy, I'm looking through a peephole
Blinded by the lights, yeah I put shades on like some G shit
Flexing on the ones who said I wasn't
out the window
To pass the time
Looking for states on the license plates
My dad found seven, but I got eight
A car drives by with a kid in the back
He
Couldn’t ever be my sunrise (Sunrise, sunrise)
You’re just a setting sun, I’d pray and you would pass me by
You’re only looking for a good time,
because I say I am
And I said, gentleman, and I use that word loosely
I will testify for you
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a liar
Because there are
[Chorus]
Them whips clean we sliding em' thru the city
Wet candy paint dripping on chrome so pretty
The sun shining this a perfect day to ball
Lined
For we found heaven right here on earth at at 4-0-33
Yes we found what most people are looking for
And it's not a lotta money to spend on a real fine
life into the blink of an eye (eye)
And if you see your cloning on a street walking by (by)
Keep on running for your life 'cause only one will survive
at the door of the Anne Summers sex shop it's St.Georges day and all the old people smile, the young people look hungry looking for a new door I'm in the sun
There's 2 ways you can ride the train
Need a self-high fuck a diamond rang
Can ya get down till the sun awakes
Till the sun awakes
Till the sun awakes
to live immortal and by the cock
The saints are all in hell because everybody wants to...
The angel's wings have all been plucked
The righteous are in
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