The Downfall of Saint T & BTB

November 19th 2027 The Downfall of Saynt T & BTB Your tunes have been trash for years now bruv Yeah man you ain’t shit no more So what you made a few bangers? Your tracks are dead now fam You man should just stop now. Like who the f*ck even are Saynt T & BTB? Five years back i was startin my career Haters on my back now they’re screaming in my ear Planning an attack i can feel it over here I was cruisin then i went and took a wrong steer So faded Liquor in my cup but i ain’t feeling wasted Wanna sober up but my life is full of hatred All i feel is numb so the pain is fucking painless Now i’m like f*ck where did 5 years go? Wasted Now it’s all gone All the fame and the plaques yeah they all done All the shows and the fans yeah they all spun So i can’t make any money unless i run F*ck this it’s over Not sober All of my career is so burnt I wont learn I don’t even know My souls cursed I won’t earn Now i’m in the dirt You won’t lurk But i hurt Where did it go I was so good and now i’m all alone Nobody cares about B T B Now i don’t really ever wanna pick up the Phone So i guess i’m at the spotlight now Guess i gotta get a job right now I don’t wanna lose my house but Every days filled with doubt like Where did my career go? It’s 2027, I’m irrelevant I’m numbing all my pain with the medicine Im 24 years old, none of my songs sold Falling to my death, that’s for definite I was out making tracks in Connecticut But now Damians gone and the only fans left Are the ones inside my own residence Tryna run my own label but I slipped up Now I’m sipping all this lean, getting fucked up I was cruising, super yachts, talk bout pussy, I had lots Now I’m back in England getting roughed up And I’m lost inside the depths of my mind again Don’t think I’ll ever be on my grind again And I’m trying to restart With a pocket full of stars But I don’t think I could ever really try again Like yo, it’s Saint T I’m running on low, nearly empty Talk about girls, I had plenty King of the world when I was like twenty Now price tags are looking pretty hefty Man, I used to come through with the game and the rules You man were the tools You man were the fools And I’m still sat here complaining bout How much I hated school