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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

with that kind of people
All I need is a fucking needle

I just need to stab their eyes,
Jealous people in my sight
Whole time was passing by
Oh my God I

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

I want to walk with the saints in their innocence
I want to ask my maker why
Love is a disease

Where should I begin, who should I address?
No one

and Sisters
Mothers and Fathers

I have seen the walking dead
Lost like children 
In the heart of a graveyard
I have seen the broken souls 
Comforted only by

Yeah
I got too much on my mind
Roll up pour up what a time
Money got me on my grind
I ain't really got the time
Way back in the day
You were just

saint to be found
Just the fucked up and holy, sharing the sound. 

Now there's a man on the sidewalk with some cardboard that reads:
If you died here

and counteract the hate I'd made
But ethos and kindness, they failed me, and not a soul believed I'd changed

Years went by and I remained the outcast in their

monarch

Flowers to the lovers

Whore saint

A fervent virgin

Addicted by the sexual kiss

The sweet wine

In my sword

The bastard dead

Satisfied God?

come and worship
Worship Christ, the newborn King.

Shepherds in the field abiding
Watching o'er your flocks by night
God with man is now residing
Yonder

eats all day long
Gucci on her pants not yves saint Laurent
Try to play her like I’m Loki but she not even a rookie
I can tell by how she looking that

come and worship
Worship Christ, the newborn King
Worship Christ, the newborn King

Shepherds, in the fields abiding
Watching o'er your flocks by night

and counteract the hate I'd made
But ethos and kindness, they failed me, and not a soul believed I'd changed

Years went by and I remained the outcast in their

Standing in the sun
Yellow flower Sunday
Pump fake
They just see me on my own shit yeah
Play saint
And the fakes are callin' all day
Play it safe
I just

…

I am the sun within your sky
I am the truth within your lie
I am the low within your high, all you need just to get by
I am the spark inside

were leaping from my window like Icarus in flight
From my Dutch interior to a starry starry night
And the portrait I had of Romantic obsession
Is nothing

live by the bro-code, Fendi on the torso
She can't even stand me
She don't even try though
Ain't nobody getting bands like me
Get it all for free, keep

ashes
I lost the light
Drowned in the sorrow
Broken inside

I walked the hills I had to climb 
I've got hard days and dark nights
I'm lost, cause i just

for real, tune in
Just check my swag
I'm going all night, all right
Let's get this bag just bе yourself, not me
It's so sad i could risk it all, fuck it

to live love and believe
And for the churches of the saints crosses.
On the east wall
Sentinel gave a sign
Steel hardens in fire 
The spirit became solid

that bread, old friend

She taught me that applesauce belongs in cornbread
He spiced up my sentences with coriander
They've got the patience of a saint

Through the darkness of the night
You find that midnight spell
Has taken control of you
Tendons lay still
As the hours pass by
This fear consumes you

it until I've seen it for myself

All those nights you made me yours
Think you're in for the long haul
Then I should've known it's a bouquet of lies