Lyrics St. Patrick - KnG FsT

Yea

Blowin on dis Ghost in a suit St.Patrick
Feelin' real lucky wit my roots St.Patrick
Only thing I'm really missin' is da leprechauns
A pot of gold mic-phone is my Lucky charm
Gas up my spaceship get my revvin' on
While they peddle in place like a Peloton
I was free now I'm taxin' get my levy on
Get my cash then I jet I am Le'Veon
Plus I ring bells I'm wavy a mean whale
I'm bout to do da game dirty but I mean well
I throw da grass on a boat watch da weed sail
Da fine print usually buried in da details
Big purchases followed by an email
Big banks in America a clean Zelle
Well, since they Rugrats lift da Tommy up
I'm not shy bout to hit uncle Tommy up
My principles is foreign ask da faculty
Son trippin' hang his ass off da balcony
Tell son he won't shoot me off da balcony
Cus I'mma Ghost legendary immortality, yea

They call me St.Patrick (you now rockin' wit a Ghost)
They call me St.Patrick (you now rockin' wit a Ghost)
Yea, you now rockin' wit a Ghost (haha)
Yea, this what I does