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lirik lagu saint (ca) - 61 reasons

intro
61 reasons to die or reasons to live x2
61 reasons

verse 1 [saint]
(uh)
yo skii let me tell you bout a 61st
grew up by the davenport closer to that old weston road
illegal immigrants crossed the border without that paper work
it was me and mom soon enough she’d be making paper
works all night and day comes home and then she goes back to work up
takin me to school in the morning and then goes back to work
rushing home cooks dinner and then she be rushing back to work
now i come home from my workplace and then i’m back to work
since then been a long while i’m bridging the gap
lost my ways i’m still building the map
alpha~beta~cal order if he not part of the pack
the circus in town pardon the act it’s just got gags
let me get on track
heard the traffics worse
meet you by the west end but i gotta hit the bathurst first
love is a great thing can’t figure out why it has to hurt
i’d write the bible if they had a verse
that was open for me to flow in i swear i’d go in
i’m talking about your mind as ~n~logy for the ocean
sky sent me this beat and the other was coast 2 coast
so i write like edgar allen consider these deep poems
words spoken into existence
at first i started deep then i leaned into the bars because my personal life is n0bodies business
i just hope atleast half of my words could offer assistance to any one who listens
if not i’m right back to where could i jot
my name is tiago coming live from the t dot
word to inferno, a masta in melting pots
realije add the vocals scratch cause i got the beat boxed
“he ain’t hip man he’s pop
think he sl!ck but he’s not”
a martial of the arts not one you would wanna spar
my rhymes kick
notorious it’s bigger than big poppa
bridge
(big, big)
throw your hands in the air if you’s a true playa
i love, i love
(hip hop)
throw your hands in the air, in the air

verse 2 [61skii]
i remember it was building 14, 1107
i was out of pocket, indeed, deciphering pockets
lecturer was probably me as i grow old the self~sufficiency, the product of me
so it was may 17, picked up a pen
the grass wasn’t green, pockets was empty
nino asked me for a beat, but then the
mind wasn’t ready
you know when conscience bleeds
everything starts to sleep, your stomach is thinking
so l then sent it with a dollars incentive
from my perspective every cent was mine and mine to collect
then i done ran up in the kitchen
the kitchen was missing chicken
so back to the stu
now the heart was really thickening
it’s hard to cook when the money is overlooked
instrumentals be overbooked and the hunger misunderstood
that the gospel’s not the fruits, but the labor that you produce
that it’s godly if it is used, then the price makes him confused
i’m blaming may with all of its tricks
in need of morpheus to help me fix
i’m blaming may with all of its tricks
in need of morpheus to help me fix
the consequences of this chosen pill
foreal
bridge
throw your hands in the air if you’s a true playa
i love, i love
(hip hop)
throw your hands in the air, in the air

- lirik lagu saint ca

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