Lyrics:
a walking saint
And I got my own things to fix witch is so absurd
Looking a my own crucifix I'm building my self
Putting myself in the dark ignorance up by
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
next to you in California
Touch down with my shades off
Trying to be blinded by the sun
This our first vacation
So we take a stroll and have some fun
Zone 6 (yeah)
Mountain Park, yeah, the red brick and the blue brick
From Sun Valley (huh?) to Leila Valley
Was selling bags by the pound like it's
saint Laurent?
She be acting all bad, like I ain't the one
I can pull up on the beach right under the sun
So I ask her
What you really want?
Is it Gucci
Looking for Love
Looking for me
Looking for Love
Looking for me
Looking for Love
Looking for Love
Looking for me
Looking for Love
Looking for me
Looking
Well children by and by when the morning comes
All the saints of God together they come
We will tell the story how the Lord will come
And we'll
and smile, im kneeling over
You mesmerize by the way you play
We danced for hours till the morning
How'd you describe your perfect date?
Cuz I just
I wanna
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
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
I'm still a saint
Tired of chasing freedom, some things feel so strange
Stop looking at me like I'm gonna lead the way
Searching for the light
comes out by itself I'm less stressed now
Speeding through the toll gates my car looking a wreck now
Sometimes reality just forces you to calm down
Calm
chest like a cold baboon
He ventures out into the night to save her mind
Searching for a reason why her soul won't shine
Looking for the answer though
see the grave I'm going hard in the paint
It's the only We hope we got dats why I'll die for the faith I'm a saint
Used to be where I could only
She look pretty with no makeup on
She prove them haters wrong
She got a look for the masses, call her Saint Laurent
Yeah she don't stay for long
Nah
I look a lot at my self
Each time I think on my niggas I try to offer my help
They looking more at floor
I'm tryna push niggas forward
I'm looking
I'm Lil Saint
Illustrating with the art but I don't paint
Day by day
Deciding to go hard cause
I'm Lil Saint
Illustrating with the art but I don't
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow
And that your saints and sinners bleed
We weren't born to follow
You gotta stand up for what you believe
Let me
(Yeah)
Yeah, yunno
Most my days imma turn out fine
Ask for rain when the sun don't shine
Ask for rain when the sun don't shine
Ask for rain when
Biting on a pen, thin glasses on
French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent
Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill
Do you got what it take for you
town becomes a battle ground
Tears weighing down
Because it ain't fair
It's hard when you're looking for love
And it ain't there
Or try to read
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