Lyrics:
a cigarette
And talk about days gone by?
We're neither saints or sinners
So leave your history behind
Let's grab a bottle and take it one day at a time
To The Wild West
Shake It Shake It Shake It Down
Welcome To The Wild Wild West
The Sundance Kid Is Back In Town
Most Of This Story Is True
Its A Story About
I've been dressing like an e-boy
Long sleeve striped me boy
Black shirt overseas boy
It's all a decoy
I wanna look so fine
That you double tap twice
the bottom
Yeah I was the one in field you can tell by the mud on my cleats
She say it's the bands for me
I say can you dance for me
The way that she move it's
hardly can believe
That you've been given favor by His Holy Majesty
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
This fourth
High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffic's boom
Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going
Don't let
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Good King Wenceslaus looked out on the feast of Stephen.
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
being
Souls broken by buildings are mended and healing
Sinners and Saints are you happy of late
Do you wallow in wilds or city constraints
Does it hurt
thoughts I just can't resist
I'm not impressed by your favorite rappers bars
Money clothes hoes and flashy ass cars
Promise you not hot as you think you are
High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going
don't let
lose your mind
Chorus
Baby you can run
But you know you can't hide
Are you a saint
Or a sinner inside
I will take you by your soul
Make you lose
been a gambling man but I'm willing to bet
I'm not that nigga that you're finna impress
Since '01 I've been giving them stress
I heard you said some wild
You better never forget
Saint T's up and no ones a threat
I been alone in my head, alone in my bed
Just writing songs, I'm a sweat
Hear my name
man who is he? Where and what's his dwelling?
Sire he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain right beside the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;
Right against the forest fence, by Saint
High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going
don't let
to follow his teachings
Do unto others as you would be done by
And we do unto each other when you come by
We could carry on like this forever if
We’re both
a ballad with plenty of heart
It hasn't the rhythm that's clever and smart
Just a tune with words that rhyme
That I wrote to say that I'm
Wild about you
Well now, listen here people
I´m 'bout to sing a song
I´m goin´ to Saint Louis
And I won´t be long
Cause I´m wild about my lovin´
I like to have
Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
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