[Verse 1: Saint]
White rapper
Struggling to be dapper
The trophy that i'm after
Would come easy if I was blacker
But it doesn't really matter
Cause my skin won't be a factor
And the fact is I am madder
Than all of these other slackers
Yeah
And I ain't never gon' quit
My last name Butt
So you better believe i'm the shit
Make music and hits
Is what i wanna do with my gift
Produce the truth
And let loose any mood I can get
Cause i'm smooth like mollases
Cool like new glasses
And while you skippin'
I be payin' attention in classes
I know I lose control
And watch the needle as it passes
But at least I still have an understanding of what a class is!

[Verse 2: Saint]
I try to provide a window
Shit, I can't lose, man I gotta provide a win though
Like Picasso, yo I gotta see the world like my tableau
Michaelangelo, I gotta re-sculpt the game cause it's a plateau
Only problem is I'm half grown
I'm always going back home
Experience only comes if I exclude myself and craft songs
No time for puffin on bongs
No time for pulling down thongs
You better believe that everything that pulls me down is forgone
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