Talented Singer Kendrick Lamar released a new song titled “Savior (Interlude)” and we made it available here for free mp3 download.
The new song is a piece of his newly released album tagged “Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers” which houses eighteen solid tracks.
The song is an amazing track with sweet melody that worth a place in your favorite playlist as one of your favorite songs. As a music lover, Download and listen to “Savior (Interlude)” and feel the hit.
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[Intro: Eckhart Tolle] If you derive your sense of identity from being a victim. Let’s say, bad things were done to you when you were a child. And you develop a sense of self that is based on the bad things that happened to you
[Verse: Baby Keem] You ever seen your mama strung out while you studied division? Your uncle ever stole from you, day after Christmas? Seen both of those in the county jail visits The first and the fifteenth, the only religion Noodles in the microwave, shark tank tidal wave Grandma shootin’ niggas, blood on the highway Crossеs on the dashboard, you just want a platform I wanna take evеrything that I ask for Catch me a body, I’ll put that on anybody but my mama She showin’ a pattern for certain I think it’s white panties and minimal condoms My uncle would tell me the shit in the movies could only be magic This year, I did forty-three shows and took it all home to buy him a casket Jack of all trades, got money out the way Put my heart in the faith, I’m good, love Cousin in the courts, heard he jumped off the porch Turn a brick to a Porsche, I’m good, love Catch us, you know I’m gon’ rack up I need the advance and the equity to match up The engineer dead if the drive don’t back up These words come of God, you could never outrap us Nowadays, gotta walk cautious, ayy Nowadays, I’m a new prophet, ayy Game dead, no autopsy, ayy City girl with they new hobby, ayy Catch a body, put the Prada in the ta-da Nigga ’boutta get some pussy, give me five (Give me five) Gun dirty, got the thirty in the purse, purse Tight bitch, put a perky in her salad I gotta pray for the basic I never seen my niggas bust down faces Them niggas not tasteless I only had one chance, I ain’t even waste it Been down on my luck Been down on my luck when I fa-a-all I gotta get up I gotta get back up and ba-a-a-all R-I-P, under my people I’m proud of my people, I’m proud of my dawgs My ex got a beamer, she want me to see it I still ain’t gon’ see it, like, okay I love when they ratchet, I don’t do her Patek I still do the watches the old way She think I’m conceited, I’m thinkin’ ’bout cheatin’ I don’t do the flowers or roleplay Now, how can I fold lookin’ at twenty million This money don’t come with a probate Mama, I said it’d be okay
[Outro: Baby Keem] I got this shit brackin’ in four days Four eyes, four eyes, two eyes Switch sides, nigga be fresh out Suicide doors, I suicide, suicide Lambo body, who gon’ stop me? Baby Keem is too wild Function at the temple Jesus pieces in the luau Mr. Morale
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