Lyrics:
all day
On my grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even trippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold
no detour
So I take my leap of faith, on this day I'm reborn
I said this is what I live, eat, and breathe for
This is what I train, push myself,
this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so
what it means to live
That was then, this is now
You're bought by the blood, saved by the Son the saints all sing about
That was lost, this is
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
the baddest
Met her out in Harlem
But she live by Fordham
Drop gorgeous like autumn
N***as can't afford her
She can never leave me
Wetter than some Fiji
Ya
Hallelujah
Praise God saints, Holla Hallelujah
Praise God saints, Holla Hallelujah
Pure by the purifier, He fireproofed us
Praise God saints, Holla Hallelujah
can't tell them apart
There's a book called the Bible
I should know it by heart
A very sorry saint I am, I am
A very sorry saint I am
I'm no good
a misplaced soul?
I lie in a perfect Hell, I try to finding my wishing well
When I drop my last tear, I have accepted this life
A true saint, that I am
champagne by the rockaways
Sip champagne by the rockaways
Not a holiday
But we can get away
Pretend that its Saint tropez
Sip champagne by the rockaways
Sip
Cyclical
Stuck inside a never ending rhyme
But you're comfortable
Just another decomposing alibis
Sing yourself to sleep
Count the days gone by
live up to fairytales
I can't live up to fairytales
Know you wish that I could stay
I can't compromise when I feel this way
I'm not tryna be no saint
(oh
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
with you plays piano
I’m on the edge with you-uh!
I’m on the edge, Oh roblox
I’ll be right there, with you… plays piano
-Just Another Day-
This next
die
But these days go by way too quick
I need a Gucci bag, some Saint Laurent
I'm talkin' big flossin'
Fine bitch, I'm rich
I'm talkin' big bossin'
I
from heaven the saints!
When I take my last breath
I hope I can laugh and smile
But how can I live with this burden?
How can I ease my heart before I
them
Yea really live like this
And I'm not impressed by shit
Naw Naw
Lately I been taking trips
I just wanna disconnect
Yea yea
I'm bout my business
All
posin' as a prophet and if I'm dropping this honestly
I'm the furthest from perfect would do worse than the person probably
If I was in their birkens so I
Been locked to these tenements, for more days that I can count
(Guess I've been)
Shunned away from my battles
By those they will all call saints
But
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
flying by
Never knew how to trust, but I would try
I always liked a bit of trouble
In this life of mine, go
Well, I don't have an answer
For these
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
you forget what I've changed.
I mean Damn I'm far from perfect,
i told i ain't no saint.
Damn i apologize, Damn i apologize, Damn i apologize, Damn i
Saint Philomena take me in
I've been around this world and I've been back again
All the things I've done and everything I've seen
The seven wonders,
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