Lyrics:
(Told Lee he'd be a millionaire)
Holidays in California, quite strange
The height change but the sight same
I'm just adjustin' to the price
the weather
You grow up, grow old or hit the road 'round here
So I drive, watching white lines passing by
With my plastic dashboard Jesus, waiting there
Saint or Sinner
Which do I belong?
Born into fire
Doused with holy light
Raised in this strange miXture
Misshapen by each side
Sinners think I’m
could claim themselves as saints, you rock... and hell awaits
Judging a book by its cover is wrong
The image on it may mislead one's thoughts
You are
You ain't with a gang, then you looking kinda strange
Hold on tighter to your change, ho!
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
Call it Pasa-Dangerous,
[Chorus]
I got a name change
And that's the strange thing
Cause I was once stained
But now I'm called saint
I got a name change
And that's
our pride
But sometimes we gotta let it out and cry
I feel like I died inside
With ever passing lie that slid by
We grew apart and now I am red-eyed
Because it took some time to find the key
It was hiding in a strange world
With someone waiting to be heard
I'm here in a city of lights
Faces passing by in
the black clouds passing by
Time has come to figure it out
We're playin' this on repeat somehow
There's only one thing
I take away with me this year
This
the anger down
And let all the years go passing by
Memories of card games
Played on childhood weekends
When mom and dad were going out
To spend some time
your plans have been sidelined
Every hourly chime could begin something new
So maybe it's time to let time pass through
Not passing by, but passing
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
it up, hit the blunt
Once, now I'm passing out, passing out
Fellow monk, overseen in flames
The perfect liar
Too conniving to be deemed insane
Be it
And you're hit by the full force of something pushed back and hidden
That's found a crack somewhere and rapidly risen
From some river or lake buried way down
on dangerous
Hang with a strange gang and bangs with a gangbangin’
Saints with the rain makin’ me do but to the brain nature
I hope you understand that I
really, they couldn't care less
Still I wander
As I wonder
Why am I all alone
So far away from home
A stranger in this strange town
Confused by all
free
Right next door to hell is where we're all will be
Life is passing like the sands of time
I've got to run facing up the sun
It feels strange when
Ive been up out of my home
Im Just tryna get honey
I run by the code
Butterflies in my stomach
Until i get home
From the run
Said im tryna get
being
What a long strange trip it’s been
Sometimes we drive by
We fly by
We never halt
Open fields and dark skies we might turn around
Yeah we turn
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
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