Lyrics:
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
Sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Who is the child with no complaint
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own
so because we satisfied
The wrath of God, the beef
Has been crushed, now we got a new identity
Called a saint
Yup! Hey, hey
Used to be where I could
have lived and died
Till by a bullet sanctified
Now he's a saint or so they say
They brought their young saint home today
Above the narrow Belfast
And a man he would have lived and died
Till by a bullet sanctified
Now he's a saint or so they say
They brought their young saint home today
An Irish
bowed down with care
God gave His Son to win
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin
Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were
and rejoice
For the love that He has given us all
Children of God, by the blood of His Son
We have been redeemed and we can be called
Children of God
down with care
God gave His Son to win
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin
Could we with ink the ocean fil
And were the skies
passing by
Children we lost in lullabies
So long ago: long, long, ago
But, sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Who is the child with no complaint
Sons
She knew that is was true
He wasn't a saint
But he was a saint enough for her
He was a man,
A man of his word
The final days of summer, 1964,
wear the crown
And now they shine in glory
Reflected from Your throne
(By All Your Saints)
Then let us praise the Father
And worship God the Son
("Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of earth")
("Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning")
I'm from the murder capital, where we
of a hunter
Bad blood flows from
The father to the son
How red the river runs, yeah
Love was the law
For sinners and saints
Dead man's hand holds
Bad blood flows from
The father to the son
How red the river runs, yeah
Love was the law
For sinners and saints
Dead man's hand holds
Aces
Saint Michael, pray for us
Holy Angels of God, pray for us
Saint John the Baptist, pray for us
Saint Joseph, pray for us
Saint Peter and Saint Paul, pray
us.
Saint Michael, pray for us.
Holy Angels of God, pray for us.
Saint John the Baptist, pray for us.
Saint Joseph, pray for us.
Saint Peter and Saint
should take and what to give
Ghost of perdition
A saint's premonition's unclear
Keeper of holy hoards
Keeper of holy whores
To see a beloved son
way to deep
We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets
She's a workin' single mom, like a Saint she don't complain
She never says
you've ever seen
The one and only saint
To society's complaints
And it's all that I'll ever be
Holier than thou, I'm a king, whatever right?
Son
I believe in God the Father
Almighty Maker of Heaven and Maker of Earth
And in Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, our Lord
He was conceived by
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
countenance,
All ye saints of God,
And give the glory to the Holy One.
For the battle has been won
Through the blood of God's own Son,
Who has walked from death
to introduce my
(My album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album)
Hope
What's my definition of success? (Of success)
Listening to what
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
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