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saint sleep & venting palace - spicy mayo sweet potato lyrics

[verse 1: saint sleep]
taking smoke breaks like it’s breakcore
that made no sense; i don’t care, though
here with vp, eating sweet potatoes
got spicy mayo like a golden halo
been hailing from the dirty 6ix
where we take trips out to places where you shouldn’t live
need a quick fix, go to 160
red hands like a crisp fifty
dancing off a whiskey at the done right inn
i’m done with this
hand it off to vp, we gonna let him run with it

[verse 2: venting palace]
i’ma run with it like a relay race
went so fast, i missed the finish line
vision faded, can’t find my place
like the new ford, you way past your prime
got your accolades but me and sleep do better, man
stone+cold handshake business, you could never understand the plan
all you rappers cooked
cracking heads just like a frying pan
do it by the books
we break rules and hit the ground running

[verse 3: saint sleep]
hit the ground running
stumble over untied laces
it’s a new sensation faces in the concrete
i can’t concentrate, i’m pacing ’round my flat
slacking with no mack
i’m so unpopular with ladies
ain’t it crazy how i’m twenty+four with no mercedes
[verse 4: venting palace]
ain’t got no mercedes
i can’t get around the city
when i ride the underground
i keep my tweaker homies with me
they would break your legs just to huff some spider k!ller
screams echo in the night and they be sounding like godzilla

[verse 5: saint sleep & venting palace]
dripped out like i’m darwin
need a winter coat, got no thick skin
keep my skull on with a safety pin
keep my hands tied with a staple gun
i want to beat people on the ttc
like, how the f+ck i pay three dollars—
just to get my ass kicked by an addict?
i don’t do fist fights, i kick the third rail
if you wanna read me, you’re gonna need braille
lowballing little white kids on grailed
i told vp: “let’s make an ep” and he turned pale
i think he hate me (man, i hate this guy!)

[verse 5: venting palace]
he said “come over, it’ll be fun”
it’s been three days and it’s still not done
this ep is making me so mad
he lied to me, said i’d only do beats
i’m standing in front of this mic
and i’m p+ssed off but i be spitting that heat
sleep says “we gotta do more”
but i gotta go get some sleep
[outro: venting palace & saint sleep]
it’s 2 am and i’m ready to leave, bye!
hey man, where you going? we— we got— we—
i’m f+cking done, bro, no one’s listening to this sh+t
but, br— what? i guess, that’s it, hm

- saint sleep venting palace lyrics

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