Lyrics:
On our parade
As the saints go marching today
Turn about-face
And take a look at my lovely babe
All those delays
Thank God on my knees I praise
Was all
crying "Stop the riots", we ain't got to chalk the city
I seen Cole out there, felt I should go out there
They left that boy for hours in the cold out
Paper chasers, we gon' wake up and go get it, all these niggas they be bitches, all my niggas
really with it, could blow a twenty ball up in a mall,
weak, while my mine stands strong
So, all hail the man that's here to live long
You know you heard this voice before somewhere
And when I said that
at this, prettiness, oculus, oculist
Gyal a watch me every day like a sociologist
Mmh, likkle miss, me have the tight and clean
Right in between when di
young, black and wealthy
Them all went ghost when it was time to help me
Now is El Saint Louis on y'all speakers
Stay in your zone cheap talking like you
what to do, oh, yeah
Baby I don't play no games when I'm in it
I go deep, so deep, girl, I'm swimming
He don't love you like I do, he don't keep it
dream job that I never quitted
Even when it got hard, know I was still consistent
I don't wanna get fired and watch another saint in my place
Cuz I
and that they're under a lot of it (yeah, uh)
Somehow I still show love when they show me the opposite (look, uh)
Note to self, they always gon' go for
gonna stop them by talkin' doody
We gotta put People in the streets
We gotta keep this Rebellion going
This is not no time to slow down
This the time
Godzilla (Not nice)
Catch me out here living in a vila (That's live)
With a model whose skin is vanilla (She a dime)
My bitch is bad bougie
My clothes are
u wanna be me
I got so much drip I live undersea
This fendi my hip u know this ain’t free
She gave that lip then she gotta leave
When I call that
with a lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By
Billy's gone to fight a war, while the saints go marching in.
With a bottle of fire and vengeance, and his mother's Valium.
Dealing retribution
baby
The night sky's twinkling with spotlights, baby
We're head first diving in that ocean, baby
We need this, only way we don't go crazy
But still to me
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel
Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder
confused when police get to marching the streets
With they guns out, like they the army troops
These niggas say they can't breathe, hands up, don't shoot
These niggas ain’t real they say they real but they ain’t soldiers
When they in that field they really squeal look we go fold ya
When pressure get applied
[Bridge]
Got kicked out by my grandma,
I made more bread than a scammer,
When I trapped under them cameras,
Got caught, ended in the slammer,
I had
Never gonna remember this
Whatcha say abyss
One clip all miss
When you get to this
I find loyalty
My taste in you
And me
Never going to get off
new hearts that Heaven holds against the vanity of men
Will you think of them
When your saints go marching in
God help us all, we're hostages
We clutch
to the drums
Get out of them slums
Marching band
Get them bands
Monopoly swagg pass go advance
This is an emergency please stand by
Watch out for the drivebys
night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.
Hither page and stand by me if thou know'st it telling
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel
"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder
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