(Saga) So far so good so far away So so somedays so hard to say So no don't have no time to play And no didn't say Didn't have time pray Got pa**ion that grows When the cash running low The tank is on E And the weather is cold A broken soul Standing over this broken mold A token of rock n roll All heart from start to close Like sweat shops No key for these dread locks Shooting fish in a barrel Firing in a sweat box Collateral damage Unintended consequences Never ending stream of thought No punctuation rambling on A young gunner A gun runner Saying f** the game— Its shocking like i cum thunder And theres no winner All sinners all kidding a side All living to die We're all living a lie (Fashawn) So far so hood Go hard y'all should Like muah, mischevious type boy I recollect disrespect On my behalf Miscellaneous robberies Steal, my momma brags for It was like yesterday I requested extra ya Baby on the way Couple dirty debts to pay Not a pot to piss Nor anywhere to defecate That all change Once my daughter touched the second grade C4 on my chest Hope it don't detonate And f** section eight
That ain't a inna celebrate Now we talking' real estate Mind at a realer state Grind at a different pace Signs set a n***a straight Done with my childhood ways I was wild arranged Now those memories miles away I revolved and all of those problems resolved Took my own bottle of pride And i swallowed it all...ni**a So faaaaaaaarr haha It's Sean (Saga) So far away solar child Yeah they really miss your smile and your style Was yesterday but it feels like a while They act civilized but they're wild Yo they beg to differ Beg for loose change for liquor Taken what you left Got their eyes on a shiksa Fade like a mixer Blade on his whisker A name only whispered From a roar to a whimper Rosary around the neck A shrine on the corner Portrait of christ Shot fired like a warning A flash from the muzzle Cash by the stack Loyalty to highest bidder Who got your back It's where everything's for sale Pimping the tournament Golden grin- Grills looking like a hood ornament A toast to the most wretched Ghost in your post presence-- Hoping tomorrow has the answers For todays questions