Lyrics:
criminal gang
Again and again
They wanna go my ways
Sneak step by step
But shut up in one of this days
Never remind me
About your presents
You wanna world
The heir to these stones
Teach it to beware
Teach it to be alone
You're a saint
You manufacture bones
Out in the alley all the saboteurs are preparing moves
Struttin' down Rue Saint-Honoré
Couture in my wake turning heads all day
Red cabriolet cruising Champs-Élysées
Smoking Vogue pretending it's okay
that shit
Is 'cause he believed he wasn't alone
Tho
Nobody could do anything
At night he was there, was gone in the morn
Know
Those times done made
An Ian even feel bad
I had the right of way
I told that bitch pipe down
Ian his type he gay (he want dick)
These niggas still tryna pipe
They praying night
them blue face hunnits
I keep a ruger on my hip by my stomach
If a nigga think it's sweet then I guess he got it coming Fye Fye
Yea no face no case
In
They were saying armageddon
And we were getting our way downtown
The air was all static
Surrounded by the lights
A victim to the night
Don't take my
Donuts in the V6 while I'm playing Three Six Mafia
Keep you up at night
Making sure you got insomnia
You go make me lose my mind
While we keepping
a player by the nookie
10s, 20s, 50s
Got that hundred dollar bill nookie
Make a player cheat nookie
Nut it then I skeet nookie
Sexin' so good
I'm movin' in
nation
But you shouldn't lay the blame
Don't point your hand in our direction
You shouldn't play the saint
We always rocked your party
We didn't
nation
But you shouldn't lay the blame
Don't point your hand in our direction
You shouldn't play the saint
We always rocked your party
We didn't start
Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath
I know, I'll hang myself with my scarf
Tied to the stairs, dangling by my neck
The cord length I forgot to check
who show and force you to bow
I've done no wrong but to ask my brain
To be free from pain built up by those who reign
[Chorus]
A mind in disguise
night
The lamb of God well, he must be the light
And he saw the saints worship the great I am
Crying worthy, worthy is the lamb
I want to go to that
deeper so I got it made
Real live men hate girls that whine
Every man wants a dame with style
A saint by day and a sinner at night
I maybe talk dirty
and leave
Then squint my eyes at the dawn in the sky as people walk by on the street
God only knows where it is they go but there's only one place for me
It's
out my lane
Ima steam roll don’t mistake me for a saint
Elm street is the block
When I pop in your dreams
Feet hot
Cause I’m running rap laps in
getting in hot water"
I said, "We'll have a bath" it's only right
You know who to call on a lonely night
You know when you fall to show some fight
But I'm
Yeah uh
I just want to talk to you for a minute man
See I want you to know what God has done in my life
And I want you to know that he can do
Last night we went out to the orchard in the snow
There in the constellations, a big dipper far below
We walked through the blackness, felt
Last night we went out to the orchard in the snow
There in the constellations, a big dipper far below
We walked through the blackness, felt
judge us by our heart not our tone and size
There's sinners and there's saints ain't no other kind
God's kids
They hard to find
But He still shine
It's
ricochet cause I was turned away
in new York Nights I'm a protege
Spit out your pills cause I'm a gateway
And open your mouth cause I'm a sugarcane
Im
you heard me
I'm up all night yeah for that worm I'm early
For that bread I'm hungry
For that cheddar I'm cheesing
Don't give a fuck if it's -100 give
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