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the great confessor Verse 2 Edward the unlikely saint, unlikely as me. You used to say he was lucky, and a part absentee Cold as a coffin in and maybe cold
No Saints Forgiven I need a confessor Someone to hear my sin I ain't learned my lesson I wanna' do it again I won't pay no penance To get clean my
Ramparts of chalk Edward the Confessor Becket and Boudicca Churchill, Purcell, Cromwell Everyone from Florence Nightingale to Septimus Severus
mans work are felled by the devils craft Damn the confessor, his name is barbed With a war of sins that drip on heavens tongue A saint that starts
a big word I learned in|Skinner's Pond school, Prince Edward Island|Didn't really mean that you know, but I had to say it anyhow|Yeah he says, 'Don't you
born (reborn) to the family of Ogar, to parents Edward Ogar and Virginia Nwaolisa also known as Virginia Ogar. He took after his father as a club DJ
born (reborn) to the family of Ogar, to parents Edward Ogar and Virginia Nwaolisa also known as Virginia Ogar. He took after his father as a club DJ
Yeah, and I be moon gazing He wanted the smoke, we give him the smoke, yeah, we just traded like vape Ice on my wrist, and I'm smellin' like Saint
I took a leap of faith and fortune feeling like a saint but Fell into a tortured fainted state Fly against the wall but fighting with my fate against
odore florum Per cancellos sanctorum Emicans Deo O culmen in clavibus celi Quod propter perspicuam vitam Mundum vendidisti Hoc certamen, alme confessor
times two She get slutty 'round me but she's a saint around you And you know we turning up if it's Yvng Vain around you Aye We gon' spin again let off
Edward Jones In the middle of the night Wake 'em up wit wit red saint It ain't no bitch in my blood Nigga, it's nuttin' but thug It ain't no bitch in my
Edward Jones In the middle of the night Wake 'em up wit wit red saint It ain't no bitch in my blood Nigga, it's nuttin' but thug It ain't no bitch in my
We aiming at domes Edward Jones Dome We go for Gateway Classic Won't hesitate to beat yo a** if we had static The metro link station on 14th was our
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, yeah No need for me to write a list You're all I need - forget Saint Nick Never would thought that You're willing to call back Attention: you caught
spit the verse Think Edward Norton that's the only way I kick the curb Call me Madrasi and see if I don't rip your nerves And you wonder why villains in
overwhelmed and I can't break out like I'm trapped in... hell But I'm not in a cell so I guess I give thanks It's the work of the saints that have blessed my
Drain my vigor tryna see the bigger picture Mona Lisa appearing disfigured Angels engulfed in flames soon as they transfigure Edward Scissorhands when I
Nothing great for latter saints the sun won't last the shade Passed the praise to masquerade I'll lay the ash to pray Nigga Cash and clay don't
line Every year Don got better He dreamed about that fortune down the track Then he came down to Saint John City Where he formed the old New Brunswick
Jy dink jy's cooler as ekke, want jy rook Yves Saint Laurent sigarette Jy dink jy's cooler as ekke, want jy't 'n tattoo van 'n slang op jou tette.
5 stars, late night Fine clubs down town My nose full tank Few pills around Costume national suit no tie Edward Green shoes, my style Less Jekill
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