Lyrics:
head.
Drinking holy water, empty bottles by my bed.
Oh father I ain't no saint
He told me it ain't too late
Same night I was out till eight
Thought I
hard winter
Toes freezing no reason he's got no dinner
He's a product of the music
A product of his time
A product of addiction in a very long line
hard winter
Toes freezing no reason he's got no dinner
He's a product of the music
A product of his time
A product of addiction in a very long line
seem to know why
I am drawn to this energy I know is bad for me
You're toxic and textbook abusive, see here lies my problem I'm beaten down by what I've
it time and soon
I'll figure it out
See I ain't a saint
But I'm trying it out
Ooooooooooo
Ain't crying out no more
like I need your help
I'm goner get
Heard the O.G. snitchin, say it ain't so!
If we sold outta product, gotta make more
Got some young, hungry niggas on the payroll
Wit my bad bitch,
lose your mind
Chorus
Baby you can run
But you know you can't hide
Are you a saint
Or a sinner inside
I will take you by your soul
Make you lose
corporation and you are going down this route you're missing out on some great hires now who is this group that that packs so much win for your company that no
convinced you're just a product
A product of a prison of capitalism seized by immigrants perpetrate democracy a freedom born with benefits feeding us this
the sound
When I swear
I'm with you
Cus you're running and running around
And you're feeling and feeling it now
When I said
That we're though
No way
For
(Mr.Reason)
How many voices are telling you *to choose among many ways?
But now you're scared, crying like a baby
while they steal your life
There is no
Lord
I'll bow before your presence
I am no nothing without you
Nothing without you
I've been saved saved by your mercy
You are the greatest you’re
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
to the product
Prodigal son walking around but you got him
God you brought me here there's no doubt about it
I done a lot of things I'm not really proud of
Out
Saint Laurent shirt will fuck your bitch
11 years, night in and night out you know
These things happen when it's dark out
This shit didn't happen by
but you're no saint
Fire away, fire away cause
I just keep you for the war
Couldn't beat me if you tried, I run this game
Fire away, fire away
Under
the earth is your teacher
You're a wonderful feature
You're a beautiful creature
You're a beautiful creature so
Stay down
Untouched by man
The product canned
through!
Product stretch
I got it mastered man
In the hood I'm like plastic man!
Stretch
Fantastic man,
I make the money come faster man!
Yeah
Your
Ooh Dum Dodda, my niggas is flippin' product
Yeah
Outchea' movin' in these lanes, every day we goin' harder
Aye, PHYouCrazy
Shit they never thought
color when you're miserable
Veronika, Saint Veronika
You can't leave this world behind
So be strong enough to hold onto us
We're still right here by your
And I'm not one to compromise
I'm just waiting until you see
I'm not fooled by your disguise
I won't back down, no
I won't back down, no
You're a sinner
down your face too?
Did I have to chase you?
Why oh why do you cry?
Instead of afraid of losing me I think that you're confusing me a lot
No wait
dreams came true with you by my side
You give me the feeling of being alive
I won't let go baby no you're the one
You're my queen
You my all
You my number
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