SAINT JAMES Lyrics

No weapon formed against me, highlights on the tellie

I tour around in bentleys, but sometimes i take the chevy

U really is a clown, when i am within ten feet

U squirm around and twitch like viper with tourettes see

Baddie betty boop, she in love with the koko

She jump for white boys like an addict with a pogo

Get out my sight boy, you embarass me you homo

Record that pipe boy, now she watch it back in slomo

You dont know how i move, you dont know how i step

My tactics way too smooth, its like a game of chess

Everynight i got a bish up, she turn her porns to queens

And in life you gotta dish up, or theyll leave u as some beef

Hands up, this a stick up, give your phones your wallet, keys

Put an R up to ur name, like this shit is rob or ree

But this a robbery, so i suggest you lock your steez

Coz im coming to your closet, coz i need somewhere to sleep

Coz all yall sleepin on me, more than all ur own beds

Everyday i put my life up, place ur gambles and ur bets

Pts dreams, i can handle all the stress

Ptsd what i land up with again

All these nights in my bed, just lookin for a kick

Ensnared and impaired, no hats to scratch that itch

With intent, for some head, i tell her she my limbs

Cant walk without her, talk without her, tell her she a hitch

As a kid i never said much, too busy getting headrush

Bathroom where we spent lunch, bruisin up our lungs

Now we still the same, still smokin on that dank

But now it aint the same, coz i do it everyday

I was always fascinated by the works of the body

She like The curse of poseidon meets the bursting of hymen

'Cept she squirtin' apostles, who prefer to be godless

While the churches get dollars, and the earth getting rotten

We turned back from the darkness, pullin carriage and oxen

Now we carry the boxes, manufactured by golems

As we tather our options, and we fastened to columns

The columns we fashioned outta granite and marble

The system's full of confusion

Whether Buddhish, Christian, Muslim or Jewish

We pushin' our muses, sercummin' to vices

We've become tools just, to speak to their liking

Gas fuel emissions, and food deficient

Lack schools for vision, and youth is livin'

Back through division that we tried so hard to hack thru and kill it

Coz all yall sleepin on me, more than all ur own beds

Everyday i put my life up, place ur gambles and ur bets

Pts dreams, i can handle all the stress

Ptsd what i land up with again

(All these nights in my bed, just lookin for a kick

Ensnared and impaired, no hats to scratch that itch

With intent, for some head, i tell her she my limbs

Cant walk without her, talk without her, tell her she a hitch

As a-)