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saints (tx) - may 18 كلمات الأغنية

[intro: elie andrews]
this the least summery summer of my whole entire life
and my missy say she miss me every time i’m outta sight
i get p_ssy when it’s sunny and go dummy every night
and recite it with a smile, yeah it’s funny ’cause i’m right
how i write, tryna put my head to that pen
4/4 16s full of dread by the end
are my 10s, treat ’em like the crème de la crème
i ain’t taking nothing back, see i said what i said
to the end, ask how i’m doin’, fantastic
halfway dead, stash cash in the mattress
wait, quick, gotta disappear, no hat trick
i’ll bе right here tryna find my d_mn passion

[verse 1: elie andrews]
man, it’s may 18th and a hundred dеgrees
tb, where you be? homie, passing the breeze
and you talking maybes like it’s something to me
you know i’m 110 percent straight stacking the c’s
cl!ck clacking on beats, try rapping in peace
brass tacks, get racks, wrap packs of the leaves
then i pass it round fast, leaving rappers deceased
left alone to wonder how this sh_t happen to me
i got a, big d_ck, bit sick, how my wrist fl!ck, ay
hit l!cks, flip stacks like it’s bizquick, wait
big sis came back from her mission, ay
i ain’t fretting that my middle name christian
b_tch it’s, elie andrews, running checks up
got my chest out, poppin’ x like a tesla
google drive rhymes like a lesser rapper’s best of
sh_t’s a must_heard, got ’em busy playing catch up
[verse 2: elie andrews]
now it’s may 18th and a thousand degrees
see me tremble on my feet, dropping down to my knees
got my head up in the clouds, staying grounded ain’t easy
need a pound of f_cking gas just to found my peace
had me counting my days, slumped down in my seat
running reckless ’round the valley tryna get to the peak
and the weather looking cloudy, outlook sorta bleak
but i’m headed to the top, you can put that on me
and everything that i love, and all the sh_t that i hate
only got us moving forwards, yelling f_ck a restraint
rap game was getting boring, sounding copied and paste
so i can’t tell what who we are, really just what we ain’t
on my life, on my fam, on my boo, on my bank
on my strife, all my jams, and my crew, all ’em saints
time to face the f_cking music and put it in place
give a f_ck ’bout all y’all, b_tch we did what it takes
and that’s saints!

- saints tx

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