Journals

Saint

(Yeah)
Starting on these journals
I'm sorry and I never meant to hurt you
But this thing started in the winter
A late bloomer, another day, another dollar
Give me your energy, then what's the problem?

I know you cursed it
I'll kiss your cursed lips
Its what we wanted
So tell me what's the verdict

I hope she takes care of you while gone
And babe, I wish you the best
But before I go
I got some things to get off my chest...

And I never want to see you again
But I know that this ain't the end
This ain't the end
No, this ain't the end

And I never want to see you again

But I know that this ain't the end
This ain't the end
No, this ain't the end

(Break it down now)



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Writer(s): Tazae Owens
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