"Sugarman St. Glutton" lyrics

Problems getting pushed up
Starting to see more marks than a book club
Introduce 'em to the butchers
Nice to meet ya, to the hook it where we put ya
It ain't always funny strung up like the wooden one
More raps than a mummy, somehow up and still a foot above
Others getting flowers, it's amazing how they shouldn't have
Never needed daisies but desired one day pushing em
Pushing em, straight buttons
Ain't a saint, St. Glutton
Say the name and the buster came rushing
Play with Sugarmayn, get a fucking cane-cussion
Woah buddy, woah nelly
"All I know is that I don't know nothing"
What a quote, least that's what the folks tell me
But a couple things
Couple givens: tax, death, God's mercy keep your fucking knees heavy
His a blessing I do not believe
Pain the color palette, this a painting that you got to see
Wine that's tasted can't put faith inside the head
Ain't wanna take another test and don't need saving, can you talk to me?
Be at the wit's end suppose
Send this up the creek, I don't think that he'll cope
Check in with your soldier
He's losing his composure and he's losing all control of the dang steamroller
Out of body while the problems seeming older
And the days stay absurd, staying burdened with this boulder
Telling Juliet, I'll luminate the deal
See the lonely is inherent when the loony pay the bills

Straight buttons
Ain't a Saint, St. Glutton
What you say? Saying nothing
Play with Sugarmayn get a fuckin cane-cussion
It's coming
Ain't a Saint, St. Glutton
What you say? Saying nothing
Play with Sugarmayn, get a fuckin cane-cussion