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songs are sung

Cursed and blessed is a sinners’s death
While saints go marching on
Listen close to the dying breath that’s
Miss
Mississippi’s ghost

brings

Could have been an easy rocker
Cheer the devil and praise the saints
Little bit of an easy rocker
All the way

Oh my the rejects on parade
March by

I survey remains of battle on the ground
Discouraged by the sighing of a foreign sound
And while the rain is falling dark and slow
Broken arrows are

you'd have asked her by March
Bottles and blue light 
Careless and cut throat 
Run with this cruel knife 
then where'd my guts go 
If it's not like you  

I'm just a hollow shell, you are a plaster saint
As time slips by
It makes me wonder why
You could not see
How every word was eating me
Feet to the fire

their place in heaven when I live under the hell
your forever was just a lie and I was just a stupid child
I don’t need no hope from any, saint

Saints

alike in those darkest times
Running and running and running
Step by step
Make sure to watch your feet
Don't slip at this speed
Trippin and slippin'
No

will resound the whole earth round
The saints and angels song
Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every star

you want
Gucci slippers and a kiss with Saint Laurent
You ain't taking no relationships
Shawty but I think we gon' make it work, forreal
You the one I

no saint
You're no better than me
Not even a little bit
Times will be had and tears will be shed
While pathetic little thoughts run wild in your head

disease, men's heart failing for fear
When hatred grows like wild fire with wickedness carefully designed
It's signs of the end time!
A day foretold by

battling time
Amongst the saints I work to be when after battling time

Miscommunication can be damning itself heard
Body language might report something

I'm a sinner I belong in hell but sometimes I feel like a saint 
Could've been on demon time when that n***a snaked me but I just walked away (Yeah,

You know us but not by name
We're the others all the same
Without us he'd certainly fail
Please listen and hear our tale
He's got the money he's got

saints that can relate to it
So we gonna praise and we gonna worship everyday to it

Hallelujah in the highest
Alpha and Omega, King of kings He's your

saint
But you got Ronin on the phone (hello?)
Maybe we misguided by the words of tyrants
Maybe it's true that my blood don't come from defiance (yeah)

I’ve been a liar, I’ve been a saint
I’ve done the crime but never repent
I’ve watched the world open its mouth
Just to swallow me whole

I wish that

good on the east
Mama tried to raise a saint but I turned out to be a G
Why these niggas wanna hate on me
Ay

Why these niggas wanna hate on me
Ay
Ay

Niggas was down now we getting paid
I was on death row with the Saints
You niggas talking bout this shit a game
So it's only right that we make

O death where is you sting
O grave where is your victory
For the King Jesus He rise up again
And gone to ride on the glory train
And we His saints

a lot bout exploitation
Systems failing yearning revelation
To be to be to be to
Led by you
Young with you
young  with you
Young with you, old with you,

caffeine, sit by the tree and not fall asleep,
It's easy dad, we'll look for that red hat,
well good luck with that

Cuz my santa claus wears camouflage,

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

Balling two four seven saint tropez
Ogbeni flex
Carry your matter like say na

Run me the check in advance
I got my niggas in France
I no dey sleep I dey