Lyrics:
Living a life you only dream about
Flow angelic but now it’s time
To bring the demon out can you feel me?
I said it’s hard being a
Saint inside a sinner’s
lock in and I tweak out
All I see is some clones
They modelin' after me now
Tried to throw them a bone and they
Bit the hand that will feed y'all
Back,
crying when he lost his dad
I told him try control the rain
Control the pain
Control the way
You view your reality
Realise that after a tragedy
Which may
Mob tied, I get you whacked over a letter
Shooter go rampage
Shooting shit like he Trevor
Catch me out bad, nigga man that's never
New Saint Laurent
shouldn’t judge an engine by the car’s chipped paint
Baby, I’m a fighter in the robes of a saint
Pull me through your fire but I feel no pain
I’ll be
and after
The genesis origin by what came before Alpha
I am lost in awe of what happened to us
I'm Rosa Parks to these kids who never sat on a bus
And I'm
Loleck Wujkeck Wotyja what a name
After JPII the church is never gonna be the same
10-16-78 he was 58
The man is connected with the mother of Heaven's gate
across the coals
Yes, I've had the odd complaint
But on the whole, I've been a saint to those poor unfortunate souls
Poor unfortunate souls in pain,
(cold meat)
Bitter after taste
Visceral monster, subdermal horror
Serpent under skin
Use a pen or use a hammer
Garrotte the saint within
Motives
to the sovereign Lord who reigns
Against Christ, none can stand, so now stand with the saints
Repent cause, you can't stop it, no, won't stop it
Warning upon
Better left unsaid even saints kept secrets
Words become deceitful if their just thrown around
I fight off sleep to watch you
Dreaming your
Just roll the soundtrack
Let the lights dim down to blue
They've dressed their voodoo dolls
And named them after you
Burn your every bridge
to the streets, that shit be in my veins (ooh, yeah)
Pop that molly case the sins I did try takin' me (Glam Boy)
Saint Laurent all on my body, bodeine in my brain
For the gods they made
I shouted out "Who killed liberty?"
When after all it was you and me
Oh, pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
a month of Sundays
Maybe in a war I would still read the wrong signs
But I don't mind it
Being in the darkness, baby
To be by your side, I would walk
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