ST. JOSE Lyrics

Feet on the ground

Arms to the sky

Thank the world we still alive

Feet on the ground

Arms to the sky

Thank the world we still alive

Share the pain

Over champagne

Cohiba simmer

My last name

Hold weight

Like bagged cocaine

I know she mad she stuck in San Jose

I'm in Saint Tropez

On my 4th glass of rose

Where we from we never fathomed these things

These the blessings my insanity brings

Lord try to keep the peace

I meet the violence with disdain

I'm a walking lick but you'd get hurt over this stain

I pickled my big brain

We from different fabrics you can tell by the stitch gang

They slaughtered 14 baby ostriches for this fit gang

Either way it go

Remember

We the glory

I'm high as fuck

It's the perks of having redeploy

From Nuevo León to Chicago they wanna see the boy

Win it all

Touch back down I gotta thank the lord

Feet on the ground

Arms to the sky

Thank the world we still alive

Feet on the ground

Arms to the sky

Thank the world we still alive