Lyrics:
and you are still single
Know that you still have value
That solitude doesn't have to be a gray comforter of stone
Swallowing you whole
Singleness is not
denied
So we formed the Saint Patrick Battalion
And we fought on the Mexican side
We marched 'neath the green flag of Saint Patrick
Emblazoned with
And reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life:
F$CK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE!"
[From the soundtrack:] "Hi! "After many
Saying you love him and you wanna fuck him but really you should say Iʼm starting with me
Heʼll fuck who he wants in your Saint Laurent
And youʼll be there
at the Wimbledon
After this song Ima cop me a million
Got a bigger bag than ole' Saint Nicholas
I think yo girl into me, tryna get intimate
Man hold up...
Lemme get
(Uhh)
(Verse 1)
I'm a wolf
you can see my teeth
So don't bother me
On the prowl, hold it down looking for new meat.
And by meat, I mean new
I can't hear you, nah, nah, nah
Only getting older, we all run out of time
But it's my time, yeah
Song after song after song, shit's ridiculous Every
but lack of the talent.
Your minds are barren. What now you expect me for telling? Huh?
My songs are real, made by myself.
After being performed
they can meet me by the car, au revoir
Lève le doigt en l'air
Lè-lève le doigt en l'air
One for the haters, I'm holding my Ace of Spades up
Lève le
Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams
At Saint Julian's Medical University
Four ambitious students are taking experiments into the nature of death a bit too seriously
(Death after life)
faithfully in her solitude
Her "yes" welcomes the indwelling Trinity
May our prayer always be a "yes" to God"
Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be
that you will let me in
Poison ivy surrounded
By what
Phone calls after phone calls you want everything
Broken hearts in a pawn shop call that wedding
mourning lord
Why should we let you by?
The road is blocked by men of three
If you need ask, you already know
They said to let him pass, to leave
a true saint
And
Pizza gate was not fake
It was about child rape
Shoulda been called pedo gate
But it was supressed by the deepstate
For the involved
In combination to my spouse's due-extended devotion by my hand
These dreams are a conversation, if you will, between me and the Godhead and saints
Running down the court
10 seconds left
Down by 2
Gotta hold my breath
Trey Burke double team
Beale's out getting rest
I pulled up on em
Shot the 3
sour and how uncouth a dissonance! demons Low-born clods Of brute earth They aspire To become gods, By a new birth, And an extra grace, And a score
been here
Patroned by saints of blood
Midnight rituals
We've been here
We've been here
Patroned by saints of blood
Midnight rituals
Midnight
Rituals
10. Love Letter (feat. Oz the Oddz)
Produced by Oz the Oddz
Written by Saint Yowzha & Oz the Oddz
Mixed and Mastered by Oz the Oddz
(Oz the Oddz
many thoughts are on my mind
You’re not a human, not a beer
You’re all around and even here
You’re not a saint, not a city
No part of Venus, you’re
that I am heartless
God, I'm sinking here again
Surrounded by the darkness
Without soul and cold as sin
There is no light after the tunnel
Cause it never
A small prick with a rusty pin
Took his father when he was a teen
After that he washed his hands obsessively
In the solitude of cell 103
A teenage
didn't make
Beaten back with by tens of times
Showers but no rainy day
All the others face away
Hospitals with enemies
Find them in maternities
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