Lyrics:
down to the water
So I can be baptized
Take me down to the water
So I can dedicate my life
Take me down to the water
Where the saints are standing by
you found black gold?
Are you sure he would like
Your suffer?
Black gold is found by this cabron
Augh! Augh!
Store it, keep it, erase it
From
is the food for the soul so we need it, to survive
Where are you going?
Said, where are you going to run to (what's your point of view) (that's right)
to you my lord I
Know I've
Been impatient
I know that I could be a fucking saint in the making
Whenever you say it I just wanna wait it out
Don't wanna
you?
Ah hell no, that's Santa Dawg, you ain't ever heard of Santa?
Nuh uh
Santa Claus, Saint Nick?
Nah
Kris Kringle?
Man nah!
You ain't ever heard
any saints, Peter, Paul, or Mary
Bad religion has you by the balls and you can't breathe
Indecision covering you're eyes so you can't see
You get
When the saints go marching in
All eternal glory and a medal on your chest, are waiting for you home
Back to normal life and playing with your kids
by death
Killed by death, no
Killed by death, killed by death
Killed by death
A wop bop a lula baby I'm no saint
Killed by death, killed by death
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
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
here's to those that are dead and gone, the friends
That I loved dear
And here's to you and I'll bid you adieu, sayin'
"Donegal Danny's been here, me
as toast
And you gonna flip when Old Saint Nick
Blows a lick on the peppermint stick
He'll come a flyin' from a higher place
And fill the stocking by
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
down my sword and shield
Down by the riverside.
Down by the riverside.
Oh, when the saints go marching in.
Oh, when the saints go marching in.
I want
I am
Born again Jesus Christ is my Savior
Outside look the same just with a new behavior
These are the words of a saint
You can hear in my vernacular
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
I was hell-bent on destroying my powers of concentration
While you were living like a saint
And all the time the very one you trusted was washing
There's a new church on the horizon
Made of light, not of stone
Calling out to all creation
You are not alone, no, no, no
Lions and lambs, saints
whats gonna happen
with santa claus
is he is he still coming this year
after all
All the shhh that go on in the world
when the cameras off
are you
sliding you Niggas are capping
Ima take off, blasting
Outer space in a ship like an ashton
In the hills I was sleeping n mansions
In the hills I was
a single thing by the rocking break of day
Seriously, Santa, not one single gift?!
Come on, Saint Nick!
You know what we're going to do?
What?
You know what
I'm surrounded by saints, so virtuously, hm
The fixed stars, Are not that far
If you can feel it, there you are
The fixed stars, are not that far
If
Horses in the meadow by the highway side
And a Church of Christ in a double-wide
Clouds overhead are ghostly gray
It snowed a little but it didn't
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