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today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
back
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
The Ballad of Gare Saint-Lazare[00:03.92]I was travelling by train towards Paris[00:08.73]To meet a girl at the Gare Saint
Tell me what you really want from me
Baby I just want your company
Tell me tell me what you want from me
I just I just want your company
Tell me what
,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I've been blinded totally,
oh now, please don't pass me by.
Now there's nothing that I tell you that will help
lunch
Try to hit me with some shit
But I had beat 'em to the punch
I was standing outside so long that
My fingers start to numb
Been a starving artist for
Some think that I'm a killer (not a killer, not a killer)
Others deem me a saint (I'm a saint, I'm a saint)
I have no reputation left to taint
Doing
this thing realer then the set you claim
Look, this ain't some Faith I made
Faith made me, you could tell I'm changed
You probably wondering why the folk
food, just envision my life? which one would you choose (walk with me)
i was surrounded by wolves mounted heads on my wall now i'm full
i am a lot
are you sure this is who u are
Told them all that I got it I'll prove you wrong Can I take me some time to just cool it off
Can I get me a raise on that
own grave
Was he too gone to save
Or did you even know his name
Are you the one to blame
I got something to say
Hey God
Tell me what the hell is
I ain't got none, but I'm plannin' on growin' some
Imagine all the Hebrews goin' dumb
Dancin' on top of chariots and turnin' tight ones
Ooh, tell
some saints and mystics and students of metaphysics one O one
People who care and share and love and try to do what's right
Beautiful old souls who
yes, I had a dear old mother
And if you should see her before I do
Won't you tell her that you saw me coming
I was struttin' straight on through
Oh,
in.
Oh yes, I had a dear old mother,
And if you should see her before I do,
Won't you tell her that you saw me coming,
I was struttin' straight
With the Pruitt-Igoe
Check your history
I bet you know some, that I know
All them ramen noodles
Tearing up your stomach I know
By the liquor store
designer clothes
She want to stand right in front on me, I push her over like she is a domino
Spanish bitch don't speak no English
She suck me up and I tell
beggars cannot by choosey
Been the queen for eight summers
Just tell them to call me Suzy
This that Nicki, this that Uzi
This Hennessy got me woozy
away[00:25.61]I want peace of mind, I'm lookin' for a sign[00:28.14]I'll search every corner, but I don't know what I'll find[00:30.76]Pardon me miss, I mean your
mclaren
I just woke hundreds everywhere
And I’m geeked up now I need some visine
(Yeah, yeah)
And we sticked up som’ nigga don’t try me
Yeah yeah, wait wait
this
Make your move
So, make your move
But don't let go
And I cant tell these saints from sinners
And I could end this so much quicker
If I were to kick
I put us in Prada and you say you Prada me (So proud)
You can't put no doubt in me (No doubt)
Maison Margiela drip down on me
Honestly
Changing my
She loving Yves Saint Laurent
I pour a 4 in my punch
I'm running low on my intake
I need me some weed
So she roll me a blunt
Dick on the menu for lunch
onto the paper
Some of what I'm saying maybe a bit outrageous
only seeing red whenever I'm painting
Cause the anger ways me down
Like my arms from round
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