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There's a house on the hill
We used to dream of
But no one lives there anymore, hmm hmm
They were taken by the dream 
Of a better life

Pre-Hook: Neeko
Blue Vegeta
Both of my pockets feel a whole lot deeper
Both of my Benz's look a whole lot meaner
Pouring that Remy Remy by the litre

and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I

out of California
Came to fuck up the bank
And I got the jewelry on me
And it's wet like the paint
And I ain't claim to be a saint
I think I'm

a black flame at sea
Darkness consuming all of my body
What's left of me will never be seen
Lost in this war
Saint of no more

Paralyzed by the void

BOOM
I'm greeting em'
With a boom
When the saints go marching in
I know the the devil's plans are doomed
He can't block my plan
He know I'm Heaven sent

Identity

J.R.

Rebel

2008

tryna make up for what she ain't but
She's a saint, but so confused
Cause she's been rejected by all these dudes
That tell her on a scale of 10 she's

Ghost of Perdition

Opeth

Ghost Reveries

2005

Hemlock for the Gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light

Road into the dark unaware
Winding ever higher
Darkness by her

Couple hoes with fantasies and they out sellin' jeans (yeah)
I can't leave her alone, she finesse, she a tease
And this Saint Laurent my coat, Amiri

Wham Bam Sam
Drumming king from New Orleans"

That's right, and I've been summoned here
By the owner now you tell him old Wham Bam
Sam has come to his

Call Me Claus

Garth Brooks

The Magic of Christmas: Songs From Call Me Claus

1999

Ow

May not know by lookin' at me
Who you're looking at exactly
Wonder who could that be in your stockin'
Suit of red and cheeks of cherry

the a-team

With a 50 round glock in my saint lauren jeans
Gotta have the glizzy by my side by all means
A nigga get identified by the red beam
How you switch

the a-team

With a 50 round glock in my saint lauren jeans
Gotta have the glizzy by my side by all means
A nigga get identified by the red beam
How you switch

the a-team

With a 50 round glock in my saint lauren jeans
Gotta have the glizzy by my side by all means
A nigga get identified by the red beam
How you switch

to know what's inside
That glimpse of light
Step right in, you'll see
We're all friends
Trapped in your mind
Water slides, win a prize, watch out
Come by

there
Paint my life
With blood stains and a knife
I ain't a saint
I might
Lose my way back sometimes
While I'm awake
I'm alive pulse at 185
I've seen

the winds of time
all the promises every secret gone by the sea

We'll meet once more in a dream of ice and snow, oh Saint Petersburg

And what goodbye really

Both my parents taught me about good will
And I have done well by their names
Just the kindness I've lavished on strangers
Is more than I can explain

32 Flavors

Ani DiFranco

Not a Pretty Girl

1995

Both my parents taught me about good will
And I have done well by their names
Just the kindness I've lavished on strangers
Is more than I can explain

Go, Go
Go,Go
Go, Go saint
Drilla drilla, my drilla
You was my drilla, drilla drilla
My drilla aint no one realer, realer realer
Babygirl you still my

to be a saint, now I got venom in my veins
Don’t follow the rules, I was raised by wolves
God give me a chance, devil asking to dance
I only play for

Mislead by the words that they have been told

And you think weʼre all the same 
I guess youʼre the sinner
Cause youʼre not a saint
And who are you to say

back ag'in but when

The bible says that you will return
With a shout, take us out, take us home
In the twinkle of an eye, all Saints will fly
We will be

Give me your love
Give me your love
Habiba my love, what’s your name?
I want to know, mine is 2saint
You can say it slow; add a 2 to the Saint
Go