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swerve in the coupe
Digital dash, digital zoom
Told her give me some room
She making me nervous think I'm bout to boom
Fuck his broad by the pool, when I'm

song, go ahead.
Turn them men into pigs. Not the band, you idiots.
Those, that bunch right over there in the front row.
Not much of a challenge, huh?
This

laborious
But Saint, you always bringing the message
So go get a courier
I'm just enjoying my peace lately
In the mountains with my piece lately
With

the garbage bin
Marked men follow when the
Saints go marching in
Dreams crack then fade into memory
My Pops said that we share
The same brain chemistry
That's

can eat again
I hit the block when I’m stronger and leaner
I stay livin' large call me mega man
Make that ahh jump like a marching band
Losin my breath

when you hear the trucks roll up
On Cleveland Avenue made plays at the Kroger
Came up on cold cuts
Heart got a hole in it
Bank got a roll in it

persue
Ownership and legacy too
Godmode like it on que
I don't watch was on the news
I just play by jungle rules
Wiating on my choosen few
Saints go

a grin "May we join you in
Your wanker's paradise?"

I led them dancing from the sea
By the waters we sat down
With a brass-band softly on the breeze
By

I'm Pac-Man
Gap Band dropping bombs sound like we in Pakstan
Slice you in half 'cause I'm the number one headband

Go hard like Bron in the 4th, these

charging
Ima keep running up bands marching
No bitch I'm not ya man I'm heartless
All this money it came with some charges
Left in ghost but I came in a rari

tracks
My favorite color red so ima make his body drip that
We knew that boy was dead when we sent them shots nie get back
We stepping like a marching band

Dm's flooded don't lie shawty I can tell
I be in the cut I don't wanna go to jail
Dis for all my niggas marching up we will prevail
Outdated niggas wanna

with shell
And in five minutes flat we were all blown to hell
nearly blew us all back home to Australia.

But the band played Waltzing Matilda
as we

thinking I can save all
The saints who forgot
How to pick a weapon apart with your teeth
In a dark alley blind
When the targets retreat
Park, repeat,

like hard bands 
I bet you're in demand 
In the motherland 

Whoah, not for profit! 
I am impressed 
And by the way you dress 
You don't care about

were different, for they heard another call
One went to Chicago and the other to Saint Paul
And I'm in Colorado, when I'm not in some hotel
Living out

The bloodiest good deeds, 
Samaritans in line to greet the destitute, 

So behold the saints, they're marching in,
To introduce us to a new kind of mortal sin,

my dust fill the sky (Bitch I'm gone!)
I'm slashin' active; I'm trained to go when its static
Lookin' at my competition like y'all are far below

Big Noise from Winnetka

Bing Crosby

Bing Crosby with the Bob Crosby Orchestra and Friends

2008

Alright girls, sing 'em your siren song, go ahead. 
Turn them men into pigs. Not the band, you idiots. 
Those, that bunch right over there in the front

The brass band behind me playing out of key
It's so cold now
I can't feel my feet
I can't feel my feet
But I've just got to let you know
That's why I'll wait

i count them one by one
the saints go marching in
well, the future's gone
the past stumbles in
i feel
like a hole in the wall
i steal
my name from

the plug for a sit down
Marching band shit going down
Bout the bag nigga lay you down
Peyton Manning how I'm running routes
In the trap how I'm getting out

like Zestos
They got our money held in an escrow
Wealthy of the wicked reparations just an echo.
Yeah, my saint come a marching and we ten toes.
Above

try to tell me that he tough 
Nigga what This nigga gonzo i got the Brass knuckles by the
drinks and hatari honzos, In the 90s drinking mondos,

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