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The Conversation

Waylon Jennings

Double Play: Waylon Jennings

2010

done her wrong, you know that

Yeah, back then they called him crazy
Nowadays they call him a saint
Now the ones that called him crazy
Are still

The Conversation

Hank Williams, Jr.

Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound

1979

done her wrong, you know that

Yeah, back then they called him crazy
Nowadays they call him a saint
Now the ones that called him crazy
Are still

there are a lot of things 
A lot of people pass you by 
But sometimes they are swept away, stolen from our lives
Without you ever knowing
That your smile

of this cult?
We are the only ones that know: we are our lords!

We are rising - you are falling... down!

Now we sit again around the fading flame
We start

You are my gun, better than a nine

You are all that I need, to get by
And I will find you, in everything that I do
And you are all that I need, to get

Bloody Waters

Ab-Soul

Black Panther: The Album

2018

dark and the curtains get closed
Are you playing your role?
As told by an organized criminal
And general, get off my genitals, I got your general

me
I find myself right back by your side (I can't get a peace of mind)
Oh I can't lie, you're the one that keep me high
When the rain is falling

to reach your hands
Ships are multiplying seas, I can't feel the waves, you speak so sweet you die
The shores are times with golden flies
Watch me sink into

are not going
To hold me anymore

So don't call me a saint
Because you know I'm a sinner
Don't call me a hero
Cause you know I'm hollow
Don't say that

when they got me
I heard he was speaking on my name

Well let me tell you the truth
I ain't nothing like how no saint be
I'm just doing right by these

doors that your mind can never comprehend
We are born sinners, build your relationship with Christ
Be like Jesus but never be surprised if you sin again
I

slowly destroying your health
Physically and mentally depleting your well being
Are you happy getting by or do you crave for something more
Is your taste

Sail on, for the peace of your mind

Carry on to your dreams
You can turn the world around
Are you too blinded to see
The power in your mind

Come closer

your heroine went went dry

A holy war
when looking in the mirror
A fun house reflection only you see so clear
A sinner playin saint
In a world that's

like I'm a New Orleans Saint
I'm in this world of creation some people they are mistakes
Your parents ain't wanna have you deception lie to your face

on sores created by their ignorance
Arise and murder all my enemies
Saints of murder hear my prayers
For they are impure and deceased
Saints of macabre

insecure like Issa Rae
The game in disarray, man, who can really spit today? (Who can rap?)
I think people are gettin' tired of all the party rap
Me, I'm

you dont pick me Im confused
But I know just who you are
So bad that you se the bar

I got me a bad bitch I got me the one
Shawty she a savage she a son

Lord give me the strength
My lack of spiritual fitness, a saint but so out of shape
So you find me riding the fences, tried, tired and defenseless
Could

can spit and you can swallow
But her peach scent will be there tomorrow
Her sweet perfume chill breath of the moon
A raven whistles Saint Nicolas' tune

And politics just shifts the blame
Cause one day we are sinners
The other we're all saints
We live like we're pretenders
Like our hearts don't ever break
You see

You Need an Analyst

Allan Sherman

Allan In Wonderland

1964

what he really meant by that,
If you're walking down the sidewalk and you won't step on a crack,
You're afraid if you step on a crack, you'll break

say my name
I got ten thousand reasons why I am a saint
Heaven's got the halos and wings
I am saved, You are King

I am living by His Glory Alone
God

The Saint

1208

Turn of the Screw

2004

really want to be the saint?
Are you satisfied?
Did you lose your pride?
(You're not) you're not to blame

Never thought there might be more to me