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As we gaze impertinent tongues of serpent servants turn tragedy to sideshows
Inescapable pockmarks hallmarks of flame licked landmarks erected by

a few complaints
Back to acting like a saint
Or mummy's gonna have a say
Don't check your watch you niggas know what time it is
The wizard got what he

for so long until you found my key

I won't deny that you provide
I won't ride if it's not by your side
We've been healing on our own time
I knew you

the deceased. 
Shadows manifesting into demonic beasts of chaos. Welcoming the worshipping 
of He, Almighty Knighted Death. The world has been consumed by

is validity
Finally, I made it out the projects But I might've lost myself in the process
Got way too much on my conscience Tryna be a saint in a world

something, cause I'm the dude nobody thought could ever be this driven
I'll have given a classic by 29 like I'm Mathers
I'm showing what this business is

I'm inflicin' doesn't compare
To the figures I be making quick
Saint or a satanist? 
You playin by the rules? 
Watch who you playin with

Got me
Holdin

facе
It feels like family
I'm thinking maybe

I see you
In the people who are begging for their food
cnd the ones who pass them by in business suits

Mandela, how I'm keeping the piece
When its war, they gone fucking retreat
That swinging sword of saint Michael on me
Don't sleep
Niggas fuck around, they

Saint Laurent sweater that's a few thou' (No cap)
Savage got a lot of bad puta
So I keep liquеr and hookah (Who, who?)
I ain't givin' 12 no type

take a flight
Lookin' for a ride or die 
Ya ya
Know you alone
Never needed no man
Gettin' bread by the loaf
Been on your own
Yeah
Pourin' shots 'til we

a while
I should have asked you where you been sleeping all night
Not whether you feel alright
It's hard to pretend that I even could be by your side
Cause

wanna make money?
They gonna make some fucking troubles, mane
Fuck 'em up, bitch, we're from Saint-P
You came for the money, now you’re acting different

acting like a saint
When you're asking for a sinner, oh
Hourglass, when do you have to leave
Grip your clothes and sew them to my sheets
Nothing to do till

tripping and falling because it's progress So when the saints go marching, I know that we'll be alright
I know that times may be tough, but trust me, it's

he shows me mirage
Still in my car
Parked in the garage
Now displaced in facades
Escaping basements tomorrow
Followed by souls encased and hollow
Who

with blues
Some are born in chains
Some are born to dance
Some are born ignorant
Some are born by chance
Me I's born with blues
Some are born a saint

Got the feeling I've been bitten
By the frozen razor's edge
And I swear to God I never felt so cold
And they say you'll be forgiven
If you're willing

nobody safe
Loving on your bitch by the fucking next day
Mr. Fastlane Sage, i be rocking gold chains
Throw on versace frames, i can't complain, i can't

blessed Trinity
Holy, Holy, Holy! All the saints adore thee
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before

another bitch to fuck
Yeah, I love it when racks make me feel better by myself
Yeah, I've been losing control with no distance
I need help, yeah, I just did

divisions soon to cease
Draw us the nearer each to each, we plead
By drawing all to thee, O Prince of Peace
Thus may we all one bread, one body be
Through

mine
I could blow at any moment Napalm Saddam
Nowadays it's the Rose with Saint Germain
If you ain't noticed by now homie we ain't the same
My ex telling

I've waited long time for your birth
I prayed all Saints to have you
and now I can see your beautiful eyes
I saw you grow up falling get up, treat