Lyrics:
things like this radio
I done talk to you a
Bunch of mothafuckin' times y'all
Mothafucka's is behind the times
Cause guess what? The
Saint Pablo tour is
a hypocrite ass niggas
Who can't see the fact
Tre-thirty from the D
Came to snatch your shit back anyway
We victorious
The Saint warriors
From
Drew brees cameron jordan never been a saint
When your dream ain't working gotta picture paint
Mode of an ape always knew that i'd be great
Fuck you
broken by the politics including mine
We need to fix this
I don't give opinions because
They are commonly
Agreed upon i say what I feel
I feel
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
slightly crushing my hand
Don't look up!
Or you'll be blinded by the light
Child you've been told to sell the saints for the dead the saints for the dead
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
Thirty years you been draggin' your feet
Tellin' me I'm the reason we're stagnant
Thirty years you've been claiming you're honest
And promising
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
life is what you make it worth
No I on’t wanna be a star or your idol
I just wanted y’all to know my rhymes as well as I do
Even if somebody want
life is what you make it worth
No I on’t wanna be a star or your idol
I just wanted y’all to know my rhymes as well as I do
Even if somebody want
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
the zone
Drew Brees through the zone
And the Saints put me on
Yeah the Saints put me on
Slow your roll lil fella
All that storms ain't weather
When, why
straight guys close their book
When he's walkin' by your pool
This is the ultimate cool
All the girls are smilin'
The Sun is shinin'
No vacation from dramas
blick off
Uh just call me William IV
And that's Lenny the Great
They probably call me Your Grace
Saint
Uh just call me William IV
And that's Lenny
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
fool! I mean, it's not like your going to have five
sides to an album, is it? Silly billy... Anyway, fourth side... only recorded on the album. Mmmm Hmmm!
my side
I'm takin' some of y'all with me it's, by my side
I'm makin' sure they won't forget me it's, by my side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
myself, by myself, Ima run all these routes
Ima win, Ima fail, in the end I’ll prevail
Ima sip from my grail and you can’t live off clout
Y'all keep
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
in the worship of the saints
Come on shout unto God with the voice of triumph
He has given us victory in all ramification
That is why we have come
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
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