J. Saint все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

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Reporting live, the struggle and my ambitions inside – so many have come before me and so many have tried
To cultivate a message in the hope we survive, it just might not feel the same when you looking outside
Countless bodies piling up, don’t even know how to cry anymore, even considered settling the score
Maybe I ran out of options I could never afford in one accord, we on the rise there’s plenty in store
For the people with a purpose, relate to all my verses – strive to make a name in this game, know what the worth is
It costs to be a boss, we only care what the purse is – my life is just the canvas I use to give you service
So if you need a signal or sign for confirmation, just look at your pure existence, it can’t be merely mistaken