With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,
I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress
My talent should take me places i've never been
And id like to love her with affection
And he, what's his name, earl
Messing with love hit a new girl
When they showed up at your door at christmas
The fact that i grew up with no love.
Two times, cause a youngin ain't died
To love you & want you with all of my might
Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf
Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz
With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night
You left us, the ones you love and the ones with spite/
Track of tough love with tattered seems
We all dream one day we kings and queens
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