Warm water

1 Deep  Ft. Svintmaney

¥SM - DREAMING

@SVINTMVNEY

Prod. by @mickeylacoste

Lyrics:

[Intro]
I was dreaming, now I made it now.

[Hook]
I was dreaming, now I made it. Don't ask for no favors now. Creative, most when I'm faded. Cooling mansions, rolling foreigns now. Keep all my Saints updated. Low-key bout my whereabouts. Impatient, won't catch me waiting. Know, it's nothing personal.

[Verse 1]
Evangelize your lies. Cynical, clarify the truth. Risky business, asking favors. Fabricate the path you choose. Isolate all opposition. Focused on my revenue. Misery loves company. I say the most words with few. Set a goal for myself. Know, it's what I have to do. Diligent, I'm stacking paper, til it's breaking through the roof. Sunset, I'm blowing cloud, out BMW sunroofs. Royal Saint patriarch. Holy water in my roots.

[Bridge]
I was dreaming of it, now I made it. Don't ask me for no favors, cause I hate it. When it's all said & done, some things are better off un-said, but life is what you make it. I would much rather be rich than famous. Inspire on a day-to-day basis. Persistence, for that paper. I chase it. I was dreaming, I made it. I won't stop until I have it all.

[Verse 2]
Woven slowly. Destined to be Holy. Heretic, I bear the gift. You're dime a dozen. Catching up too slowly. Jumping the gun. I'm facing a blunt, as soon as I wake up. Burberry on. Money barbarian. Who am I afraid of? On a bank run. Swear it's a bad habit. Life on cinematic. Don't be too dramatic. I'm not from this world. I do not need an atlas. My perspective lavish. Call it an advantage.

[Hook]

[Outro]
Know, it's nothing personal. Just know, it's nothing personal.

DREAMING FT. SVINTMVNEY

¥SM - TIME TRIALS


@SVINTMVNEY

Prod. by: @mickeylacoste

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Young Saint Maney, everyday is a payday. I'm blunted, til Mayday. Naysayers, lacking the faith. The best or nothing, so I chose Mercedes. Designer, I have an addiction. I'm preaching non fiction, not fiction. Do you get the picture? Your desperation for acceptance proved theory true. Blacklisted, they all forsaken. Iconic, I got it. I'm tranquil, twisting up charse in the cut. Have it my way, I would double my luck. Calling your bluff. No runner up. Exemplary, my brood lead by example. Art illustrated, my tattoo work tough. I got my options, but I do not cuff. I am the chosen one, she love to lust. Put trust in nothing, and no one, but I. Mean what I say, and my word is enough. Sky high, up on cloud 9, and I'm stuck. Test my convictions. Loyal to the plug. Lap of the lux. Hunt for the bucks. Dream monumental, I'm optimistic. My glass, half full. Skeptic of the corrupt. Inferior enemies left in the dust. Truth hurts.

[Hook]
Ascending, to the top. We belong with the stars. Time trials, these bars of life. Take a shot in the dark. Every day, we winning. Incisive, we at large. Been holy, since the start. Imitations, sub par.

[Verse 2]
YSM, the don. Deserve an applaud. Represent solely myself. Won't vouch unholy frauds. Seen a friend turn to a snake, right before my eyes. Blessing in disguise. Life's a gamble, roll the dice. Mix some Fendi with some Gucci. Pour some dirty Fanta. Standing on the couch cushions, see me looking handsome. Watch me burn right through a zip. All my broads is foreign. I walk the Holy path, alone. Stay in your category. I rendezvous with the elite. Liaisons of success. You can't intertwine with me. I need a Swisher, go fetch. I got wisdom, I got talent, which they do not posses. My schedule booked, and I stay focused. Ink game the dopest.

[Hook]

TIME TRIALS FT. SVINTMVNEY

¥SM - STARDOM

@SVINTMVNEY

Prod. @mickeylacoste

Lyrics:

[Hook]
Ever since the stardom started, separate the real from fake. (Sketit) I'm matching this extendo, just so I can face my fate. (Burn up) The fame is what I'd trade in. Put more money on my plate. (Racks) Living like a saint. The unholy hate.

[Verse 1]
Yes, I believe there are miracles. Clearly there's one in my mirror. (Haaa) Toasting kush in the mansion, a reality. I'm a lot more than sincere. (Holy) Still faded from yesterday. Highly anticipated, so I make em wait. (Holup) About my cake. These risks, I take. YSM, I'm the godly saint. (Woo) I'm flexin on em. (Flexin) Loyal to the holy soil. Got flour and oil. (Smoke) Product of hard luck, now I drop the top. Drop the beat. (Yeeeumm) Ice in a muddy cup. Tinted out Beemer. (Skerrrtt) Cop Salvatore Ferragamo, no reason. (Ok) I'm inspired by real life experience. Never coherent to frauds. (Na) Saving up for the villa. (Sssket) Bitches star struck as long as I remember. CALI-for-ni-a. On the beach, in the winter. (Woo) Don't mind if enjoy the scenery. I don't promote negativity. Fuck your dilemma. (Fuck yo dilemma!) Put this chronic in the air. (Burn up) This one's for my haters. (Haha) Testing the limits and getting some figures. I'm up next, I promise. The stardom just started.

Sssketit.

Turnup Turnup Turnup

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I've been Holy, reside in the clouds. (With the stars) Sabotage me, you'll be ghosts now. (Buh!!) My turf is sacred. Only for the, you know. (Holy, Holy) I follow the code. Drive in fancy cars. (Yeeeeeum) I'm spazzing out, I'm disappearing. (Haa!!) Every time I smoke I gotta roll up least like two Swishers!!!!! (Turnup) Better pay me in full, I don't do credit!!!! (Nah) Do not forget. What's-her-name will regret this once I'm in the majors, I hate to admit it. (Psh) Tattoo my memories. Friends turn to enemies. Are you who you claim to be? Prove you have my back. (Crusader) All of my chicks are fine. Money calling my line. (Bddddrrr) On freeways torching pine. Gotta sack. (Dope) Place my things into that Louis bag. (Uh huh) Reminisce being broke. Looking back. (Na) Preserve my habitat. Who do you think you are? Do not come at me with disrespect.

Don't try me. Ya Ya Ya

[Hook]

[Bridge/Outro]
I brought my vision to life with the quickness. My future is present. I grind Independent. Last seen with the stars. I'm plugged up and connected. Enjoy living reckless, it's in my genetics. I got great intentions. I'm the living legend. They call me the holy one. They all want explanations, but I owe em none. (Nah) Where did you get that from? You fools are comedy. (Haha) Had this shit customly made for me. (Saint) M-A-N-E-Y. Loud pack of reefer, posted on the seaside. It's fuck the police, until I die. (Woo) I'm killing this beat, homicide. Saint like a Bengal, I'm earning stripes. (I got it) She fiending to occupy my time. (Na) I'm leaving her left if she ain't right. Actively sip Easter pink Sprite at the red light. (Leaning) We up til the sunrise. The stardom started.

MickeyLacoste

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