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Deo!
Gloria in excelsis Deo!

Shepherds in the field abiding,
Watching o’er your flocks by night;
God with man is now residing,

Yonder shines the Infant

me
Oh yeah, let's get it (let's get it, yuh)

Had to get by with pennies
Twenties on twenties on twenties on twenties
I'll make a few milli', I

dwunastej, dalej naga
Mówię to wyraźnie, nalej Aga
Saint Laurent, Prady skoki
Dom Pérignon, Victoria body
Tego Hennessy nie trzeba chłodzić
Co ty kurwa jego

zapomeň (Aah)
Jsem drahý jak Cartier, Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent (Aah)
Seru na banku, stacky na stack já-já-já mám doma (Mám)
Ty love nejsou pro tebe vůbec,

(6, 4.13)
J'espère que t'es ok (tu vas t'faire binkser)
Ça n'va pas te picoter (bang, bang-bang, bang)
Si, si, si, si
(Beats by Yamaica Productions,

One, two, three

I've seen a saint fall from grace
But not sure that I'd use that phrase
So, if grace is something you can misplace
Then what's

The preacher got up
And said, "Stand to your feet
We'll start with a prayer if you have a need
Let it be heard, saints, let it be known
We're all

Me and Midgy should've won the Cannabis Cup
I-I ain't put no plaques on my wall yet
By at least five, I'll send those packs to your doorstep
In

ain't got no manners
Though you ain't no a fucking saint (uh huh)
Excuse me a little more because
I guess I've gone insane
So by the grace of God it's why

a month of Sundays
Maybe in a war I would still read the wrong signs
But I don't mind it
Being in the darkness, baby
To be by your side, I would walk

Gros, la vie c'est violent comme un drive-by
Rythme effréné, les rageux veulent vite me freiner
J'ai regardé par la fenêtre, j'ai vu passer toute

along
I've been on the road and I ain't never coming home
Ain't no time to run around like a marathon
When she don't respond, I take you out to Saint

dispatch your saints
One by one, until nothing remains

Spit it like a lava lamp exploded
And pasteurize your pain
Granulate your hate
Amputated Saint shakes a cup
Full of random change
Standing in the rain,

Block regulars in the same
Place on different days
Latter day saints catching rays

When I walk around my hood I see
Tree-lined aves weeds and grass
Fast

a poor man's litter
Blind, embarrassed and embittered
Crying in Paris, dead of Winter
Fly to Amsterdam and get fucked!

Take me by the wrist. Feel my pulse