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letra de incomplete - saints (tx)

[intro: elie andrews]
saints, season

[verse 1: elie andrews]
b-tch wait, still got a lot on my plate
driving in my own lane, separate from the fakes
knowing sh-t get real when you f-cking with saints
benji, izzy, manda, aidan gotta do what it takes
talking big bangs, long hair, baby i’m sia
steady spitting from the soul like i’m whipping a kia
tryna chill in korea, get a hold of my range
when i hit it out the park, i’m adolis garcia
quick re-up, red thai staining my t–th
love choking on the reefer when i chief on the keef
big d beaming, belting game from my seat
got my handle on the net, f-ck a name on the streets
b-tch please, i don’t got time to preach
as is barely fitting in hopping on beats
yell “peace,” walk out folding my stacks
treating cash like my tracks now, incomplete, ayy

[bridge: elie andrews]
turn it up a bit for me
ok

[verse 2: elie andrews]
glaring at the blunt ash, looking for meaning
up late every night, no time for sleeping
mix highs with the lows, but it’s kinda on the nose
how the more weed i smoke, the less that i’m dreaming
stay fiending, sun beaming
spent my teenage finding something to believe in
couldn’t see it, had to fake it, had me seething
i couldn’t take it, all i’ll say is thank god for aidan
cause i was planning out regrets that one day i’d look back at
tryna spit fast coming off like a sad sack
saw the competition, that was sh-t i would laugh at
mainstream plants selling souls for hashtags
now i’m moving past making tracks for practice, think i cracked it
duck for a minute, come back, talking tactics
label babies throwing out smack, you a hack b-tch
tel me what the f-ck you ever did to impact sh-t?
yeah, yeah, i’ll wait
if you tryna talk tough, tell that sh-t to my face
got my homies on the side, they’ll have something to say
put our sh-t in warp drive and we upping the pace
you best brace, game got no idea
y’all gon’ need a new word for the sh-t that we make
it’s all fate, ain’t no hey hi’s or see ya’s
give a f-ck if y’all ready, we gon’ do what it takes
and that’s saints
b-tch

- saints tx

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