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Lyrics:
(A Hype verse)
If I ain’t a saint, which clearly, hear me I’m not. Then I been a taint, I paint like I got. No flaws, but the mo’ these jaws speak, man I reek. I go wit’ ease pause the normal thinking, formal sinking? Nah, I self combust in a rush. From dust to a plush ass place, ‘til my ass face. Some trust broken, I can’t keep deep my promises. The lust openly shattered, hoping me dope in the whole shit get tattered. My train of thought like Thomas is, stay chuggin’, play thuggin’. Will get you nowhere, be yourself, go share. You, even if what ya believe in spew. Ya sinning, hey, may be the winning is next inning. This just in, is this his suggestion? Or more or less, we sure stress a saint impression. Just act true, a fact I knew from B. A special one, essential, she my sun, ayy now we is done. B represents, a girlfriend. That I don’t have, I won’t grab me a whirl wind. Of emotions, love and the notions. Everything aight, ‘til a fling fight set devotions. Severed, I’ve endeavored my fair share of air here. Airing out ‘bout past ones and also fast tons. Of flings that come and go, I’m from a know-ing position that a ring is the mission. Love, yourself befo’ others, don’t shove the health of self, we go smothers. On them covers, lovers? Nah we just friends. Shit it get crazy, hazy, let’s just cleanse.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap