The Saint

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Glorified like a saint
They don’t make it look that hard
I could do the same from the scraps
Go that far, they say
But then we’re really setting it back far
I’m the kid to make it all better and catch your attention
Glorified like a saint
They don’t make it look that hard
I could do the same from the scraps
Go that far, they say
But then we’re really setting it back far
I’m the kid to make it all better
So where have I been?
Jumanji.
Nah, it’s called 2020
Where every damn eye is upon me
The government, the people, my friends are despawning
Cause they just wanna ramble, I don’t feel like responding
everybody’s whining
Others are declining
Also me I’m fine, but that is not defining who I will be, or who I am now
I make all my music to keep people smiling
But I’ve been a baby a little bit
my soul is up late
Won’t you please sing her to sleep
I’m that kid that you see little bit
I’m walking around LA
Not making a peep
Bandana on me
Earbuds as always
Sunset boulevard
Tweakers and all of the tourists
Life was the purest, 'till we hit march, tested our endurance
to stay at home
All of our plans are burning, it’s the mood of a funeral, not a good mourning
I still release my album although it’s so boring
I try to bloom from it, my emotions are foreign
What happened to Minutes of Happiness?
And all of the goals that we already set
How can we handle cooping up like chickens
When our egos haven’t even landed yet?
Woah
Where's The Saint?
We need The Saint
It's not me
Nothing to lose when you’ve got blackening bruises
Nothing but healing will do the job, so deuces
Sayonara to my bullshit, no more excuses
Lemme take their style with mine and infuse it
Now it’s all adding up
No more trust, no more backing up
Steer my own race, no giving in, new practices, I don’t give a f*ck
It’s boring to you, but your straw is narrow
They’re sucking up to the artists that get all the roaring,
They look at the pharaohs
They focus on fame, and not the mediocre
But I’m the between, and I’ve never been closer
At the end of the day it’s just to win the fight over
Who should have the exposure
So, eh.
Glorified like a saint
They don’t make it look that hard
I could do the same from the scraps
Go that far, they say
But then we’re really setting it back far
I’m the kid to make it all better and catch your attention
Glorified like a saint
They don’t make it look that hard
I could do the same from the scraps
Go that far, they say
But then we’re really setting it back far
I’m the kid to make it all better
Gonna write later
Fell asleep until 8 or 9
And now I’m stuck doing labor
On Labor Day
Really?
Right now I’m supposed to be dropping off blunts to my neighbor
When I was about to go, the blunts grew mouths
And they said hey there
Haha
When I’m on autopilot
My perception gets messy
Brain fizzy like Pepsi
Like always I’m silent
No, I don’t get many paper cuts
I’d be a paper chaser but
My soul is ready to go again
Wake her up
I won’t be done until I have a maker's mark, until I shake it up
My mixtapes are all ages and up
F*ck it
I'm just tryna show everybody
Woman or man
I’m ringing everybody’s phone
And I’m bringing all the handouts
The ones who can doubt me
Already ran out
The remaining ones try to be the best,
We’re naming the ones
From a bird's eyes view of the crowd, everyone rests
While the saints, they stand out.
Thank you
I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor, that’s not my business.

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