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FOMO
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FOMO was released on September 11, 2026 by Saint as a part of the album FOMO - Single
September 11, 2026
LabelSaint
LanguageEnglish
BPM190
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

No Fomo
I ride solo
Fear of missing out
Confidence a must
These **** social media bluff
Turned to a pillar of dust
When they look back at what God destroyed
Like Lot's wife
I must look straight ahead
I got tunnel vision
The scalpel gonna make an incision
On the body
We all turned to dust in the end
I'm in a Chinese finger trap
As a matter of fact
There's only one way out
The smartest man in the room encapsulating fear and doubt
But I'm a soldier bitch ass ****
I stay ready with my metaphorical finger on trigger
I get bigger
Better get back
The devil better get back
He on a crazy ass attack
But my God is greater
I got promoted from a citizen to a mayor
Call me John Major
The bigger they are the harder they fall
I'm making big damn withdrawals
I'm on duty and I'm on call bitch
No fomo
The muh fucking bro code
No fomo no fomo bitch
No fomo
The muh fucking bro code
No fomo no fomo bitch
No fomo
The muh fucking bro code
No fomo no fomo bitch
No fomo
The muh fucking bro code
No fomo no fomo bitch
Been seeing signs of people trying to control me
Want to control and stall me
You slower than a Honda in rush hour like Lee
Dodging the lames and planting the flames
To start a bonfire of retribution
They spying on my campaign like muh fucking Russia collusion
You cruising for a bruising
Turn the alarm on you snoozing
They say I'm not winning when these **** straight losing
I'm bout to hit a bullseye with a dart
I mean a literal bullseye with a dart
I'm not afraid of the beast
I conquer the land and celebrate with a big damn feast
I'm the Irish in Braveheart
A vindicated slave yeah my **** dat dat part
I'm focused you hopeless
You know this you bogus
I'm chosen I'm posing
Barbaric like Conan I'm heated
You frozen
You sleepy you dozen
I'm cold I'm bold
You sold expired like mold
Like pressure you fold
I'm leather you feathers
No fomo
The muh fucking bro code
No fomo no fomo bitch
No fomo
The muh fucking bro code
No fomo no fomo bitch
No fomo
The muh fucking bro code
No fomo no fomo bitch
No fomo
The muh fucking bro code
No fomo no fomo bitch
The beat puts your bitch in heat
But I don't care, she can kick rocks like cleats
I mean balls
Then again it don't sound right
If you ain't got none my **** that's all
I'm saying I'm not playing
I just want to escape to an island with hula girls slaying
Don't come round me telling me my place
I get enough of that, you can go get maced
I want to make a statement out of my life
I survived everything and still was nice
Like sugar, spice, and everything damn nice
You a Power Puff Girl on everything right?
That shit light
I speak my mind to the point
It make **** want to start up a gosh darn fight
I stopped caring
Keeping up the Jones's is one thing I am not fucking fearing
No fomo
The muh fucking bro code
No fomo no fomo bitch
No fomo
The muh fucking bro code
No fomo no fomo bitch
No fomo
The muh fucking bro code
No fomo no fomo bitch
No fomo
The muh fucking bro code
No fomo no fomo bitch
Written by: St. Clair Du-Berry

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