Lyrics:
certain, you saw something lurking' behind the curtain,
Is it all imagination, or was it a person?
Feeling nervous, suddenly on goes the furnace,
Covered by
every season Guerilla Saints
Preachin' supernatural like a beast out of his cage
I used to be afraid but now I'm righteously raged
Fallen angels all
want get back the temp
All his patnas surround em by choppas while he serving syrup but this shit here don't come with a waffle
He could've been signed
to witness
The broken man in his broken home
Ruin is all and ruin is one
Damaged goods and the will of a saint
Destruction for all from the ruined one
Havoc is
barely come by on the weekends
I was just tryna maintain
All eyes on the truth
I ain't nothing like how no saint be
I'm just doing right by these youth
man that makes honest mistakes
I pray for the answers when I'm saying my grace
Let it all fall into place, for God's sake
God, grant me forgiveness,
And the gospel on tv
He got all of the transcripts
Back to 1963
Back to 1963
He said I sold my blood for money
There wasn't any pain
But I just can't stand
This Wintóur
All I want is you
If I could make your season bright
I wanna be by your side
Tell me dear
What's on your Christmas list
Is it something
like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
should've said that
I got the back up plan for the set backs
Tell me something where the bread at
They ain't nothing they can tell me
Can't tell me nothing
dominate
Plot of death for all my foes
Lay down and decompose
That silly godling was able to rule
But for his flaw, too weak to be cruel
I pulled
shit cool for them
I'll bust a move on them
So they don't play about me
They'll run a fade about me
They know a saint I be
They gone roll
Yeah they gone
dem horses,
With the reggae Rhythm,
There are times,
When we are all sinners,
Sometimes temptation,
Is accompanied by shivers,
Even saints are
mare
If you see me go by, put up a prayer"
Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day
Eastward, long down the broad highway
His spirit was tired
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
the picture
Of his favorite chair to stay
Where he'd rest his tortured body
Scarred and marred by his life's war
I hope he found the reasons
Needed to reach for
the smile of a saint.
"All he's good for is getting in trouble,
"And shiftin' his share of the blame.
"And some people swear he's my double:
"And some
she take a Different Life
Or Stay in the Present?"
"Harmony of Saints
And Praying for the Wicked"
She Enjoys her life
Like almost nothing is wrong
always be trying me
(Trying me)
Let me just hit for a minute
Niggas they don't wanna listen
( Me too)
I got the k's and they gone
Nigga i rock saint
known more about you than myself
It's hard facing the truth
And embracing all the saints of my youth
Father, forgive me for some of the things that
for me
And she'll never complain
She keeps hiding the pain
But I know all the while
She's not feeling too well
'Cause I put her through hell
by,
c dreamless sleep as evil sings a lullaby,
But what if I'm wrong,
cnd all I've got to show for it's a defeatist little song,
I admit I worry
never let you fall
And I don't know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all
Out of nothing at all
Out of nothing at all
Out of nothing
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