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letra de deadman - saint (ca), pudge gawd, sophie anais, withlovefromdeji & ghostboyrj

intro [pudgegawd]
everything on my body first… (check, check, check, check, check, check)
everything on my body first owned by dead men, or it’s deadstock
(what a, what a, what a, what a, play)

verse 1
everything on my body first owned by dead men or it’s deadstock
we used to wanna be reds, rays, rockies and red sox, (for real)
smoking medication, lemme run my demonstration, (run my demonstration)
so high f-cked around and got a sp-ce station placement, (ah)
i got em p-ssed off and i still ain’t sh-t
they think it’s overnight
b-tch i been doing this sh-t since i had braces
baby milos and sharks on mе, we going apesh-t, (we going apеsh-t?)
shook the whole house with all that bass out my mama bas-m-nt, (true story)
word to jackson and tiago take ya time it’s all patience, (it’s all patience)
numbers up marching in with saints, all
praises, (all praises)
i’m running fades if another engineer f-ck up my faders, (ha)
i cop a pager, if another shordy expose my location, (c’mon, man)
cooking like a mage out they imagination
burning sage in the stu, give your nose a facelift (give your nose a facelift)
may tricks, ain’t n0body better when it comes to spitters or the cratedig
what a play, sh-t, (what a play, sh-t)
(what a, what a, what a, what a, play)
verse 3 [saintiago]
a naked soul but put everything on my body first
only leave the booth when i can walk out with a bodied verse
a town that’s made of ghosts on a river street that’s way past the church
the type of craft we practice got your exes trynna cast a curse
my cast rehe-rs-d when we booked that show off the calendar
gtr we rev it like a challenger
more than just a passenger
accepted the challenge opened for premrock
and hopping on stage was a fresh kil don’t need no red dot
got plays in j-pan but nun matters most than where i’m dead stopped
this ain’t my intro no i ain’t requesting the next stop
don’t let chasing dreams make you bed rot or ever get leg locked
and everything i write comes from my left top
so don’t be surprised when you see me less
no coordination you won’t find me on a gps

- saint ca pudge gawd sophie anais withlovefromdeji ghostboyrj

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