Corrección Letra Santeria (KSG Demo) par KIDS SEE GHOSTS

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Letra

Now that the tears dry and the pain takes over
Let's talk this payola (Payola)
You killed God’s baby when it wasn't his will
And blood spill, we can't talk this sh*t over (This sh*t over)
The Lord is my shepherd, I am not sheep
I am just a short stone’s throw from the streets
I bring my offerin', I will not preach
Awaken my demons, you can hear that man screaming
I'm no different than the priest, priest
Santería (Santería, Santería, Santería)

They say that death comes in threes, how appropriate ('Propriate)
Triple back, they rush in like Soviets (Soviets)
At the Kremlin
Searchin' for the green like a Gremlin, presidential emblem
Presidential tint on this sh*t that I am driven in (Woo!)
I just place orders and drop dollars
Rottweilers roam the grounds, the Glock hollers
The three of y'all too accessible
Seen all the wrong moves, watchin' The Untouchables
We don't do vegetables, n***as get flatlined
Welcome all beef, then we heat ’em with flat irons
Your plans are backfiring, think of double-crossin’ a priest
Hail Mary, repeat after me
Santería!
After long, afternoons good go
Sacred stories of home, they know
It's the code of Mamman Shata
Something only we know
That’s the code named, Mamman Shata
Something only we know

After all of the news get cold
Think of stories of who may go
It so cold in the world I'm from
Something (?) waiting on
Curse the cool may the world have fun
(?) waiting on

Of all the things I've ever paid for
Know that it's no price tag when I wage war
It’s no more to pray for, n***as get preyed on
Darken my doorstep, they told me the day's gone
You listenin', De'Von?
As I'm talkin' to your spirit, for God's sakes
I'm dealin' with heartbreak
Checkin' my ego, I'm livin' with lost faith
I'm backin' this hit, n***a, you ever seen Shark Tank?
I paid 'em in small bills, all of 'em small face
I bet when we draw blood, you n***as will draw a blank
Dress you in all black, partnered with All Saints
Our numbers is all facts, my shooters give all thanks
And all praise, no jail bars can save
Leave you like Malcolm where X marks your grave
Hey, it's probably better this way
It's cheaper when the chaplain prays
Santería!
After all of the news get cold
Think of stories of who may go
It so cold in the world I'm from
Something (?) waiting on
Curse the cool may the world have fun
(?) waiting on

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