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blastin music loud drowning out the sound of shit passing by
Talk for days blowing out the haze while I'm in the daze of the perfect life 
In the daze

on
People thinking that I'm perfect when I know I ain't
Almost making me a saint
Man, this ain't right, I told you
And I got a board and brush
So let me paint

Frontline

Kottonmouth Kings

Hidden Stash

1999

These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake

and murder, don't be a bitch get active
this is the way to the top if you Blacc gotta cheat to win, passion
get you nowhere in a hurry you're not jamie saint

away
Bring it back by Christmas day
So this year I don't need no presents
Yeah I just need you in my presence
Saint Nick gon always come in seconds baby

Let me take it back to the day
It was me and my homie saint
We was skateboardin' playin' b-ball
Before we smoked on dank
Just posted up in the paint
We

To us

This moment feels perfect
To me
To you
To us

Swimming in the lake
On a hot summer’s day
We getting baked
While listening to Drake

Life is such

Ohios State I am a saint like Chris Olave
Ya simple syrup margaritas
Gotta use agave
Got the Presonus for the low out in Sierra Madre
Where they shot

sad because I realize this is not a perfect place
Not a perfect place
Not a perfect place
I feel strong cause I am fast to judge by my own standards

hey test me if I give a damn, like George W. Bush
I keep thirty years younger than what I am, day by day I’m about to
Play some counterstrike,

Lost Ones

J. Cole

Cole World: The Sideline Story

2011

A nigga barely over twenty, where the hell we gon' live?
Where am I gon' get that money
I refuse to bring my boy or my girl in this world
When I ain't

I'm Not a Saint

Tech N9ne

Something Else

2013

when I was young though
This thing I won't keep running from so:
I got molested by my 7th grade teacher, Mrs.

That ain't right

I tell 'em (I'm

And I can't see this working, it ain't working at this rate, oh
Tell me what you so afraid of
She want perfect, but perfect ain't feel the same

I've been Helen of Troyed 
Betrayed by the world
Left for dead
No words where said

I was the Prophet 
The prophecy spoke
I was the chosen one
I

to the Jag Yea this shit real Fast remeber they use to laugh I Use to stutter in class she hit my Line All day saying she want to Last no Bitch you got to go

blame you
'Cause I ain't been a saint
Living my life being the person I ain't
I thought I had it all figured out in my brain
Now I gotta live with all

"Your life has been marked
By considerable pain
Do you think you'll ever get to
The point where you can live
A normal, happy life?"

No, but i i'm

They say a man with no time
Has money
And a man with no money
Has time
Everyday struggle

Been on this road for thirty four
And tryna see plenty mo

every mirror, every day

You dance in the dark with a wicked smile
Charmed by yourself all the while
In every story, you're the hero
But to me, you're

The feel of pain took me by surprise
I live a lie
I live a lie ah

I chose to love when the love hurt
Concealed away, but it might burst
We was perfect till

receding hairline
Since 19 I've been a 1099
Retire by 45 that'll be just fine
I got a lot to say
Rap 'til the end of my days
Ain't lookin' in the rear view

Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence

Dream Theater

Score: XOX - 20th Anniversary World Tour Live with the Octavarium Orchestra

2006

this bad
Even though she seems so high
He knows that she can't fly
and when she falls out of the sky
He'll be standing by

She was raised in

we live in every day
We live in the now not the past
The past is for the perfect thinkers
Ain't perfect that's why I meditate
We ought to pray for

your way
You'll make me live in the hope
You might be with me some day
I'm not a saint
You couldn't count my mistakes
I couldn't hold you to the fire