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Saint Rose at night, I was off that fifth You called, said ācome through,ā I ain't even trip Red lights, silhouette in my rearview You ain't mine, but I still feel near you... Glass skin and tattoos in the moonlight I slide, you sin, yeah that feel right Whispered lies in a suite on the east end He donāt know, and we donāt pretend I know Iām poison, but you still take sips Saint Rose, we was both on that slick... Talkinā Saint Rose, but your halo bent You a Sunday prayer with the wrong intent Got a man at home, but you text me first Like, "Ace, donāt trip, it could all be worse" Penthouse views but your soul in the basement Said you loyal now, thatās a wild-ass statement I ain't even mad, girl, I know what it is You just love a man that can handle the risk Cartier shades, but I still see through Still feel guilt when I breathe āround you Yeah, city got sins that we both confess But you never fold when the boy applies press You say itās wrong but you like how it feels You lie to him, but with me, you real Nights in Saint Rose, where the love ain't clean And the sheets know more than the in-between... Saint Rose, Saint Rose, don't forget my name... (underneath) We was never real, but it felt insane... (underneath) Rose gold wrists and a heart on freeze... (underneath) Tell me what we are when the lights all leave...
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