Lyrics:
one that stuck by me is whiskey
It'll be there the day that I die
Cuz In the game of sinners and saints
If you're one than the other you ain't
I've
Should I be here at home
Or am I hated now
Broken hearts rarely make a sound
Sitting in the smoking lounge
Is a girl who wants to save the world
wrote this)
How you a saint girl? My heart you done stole it (How you a saint girl)
My heart you done stole it
I said fuck my emotions, I cannot control
gotta bite my tongue
You claim she a sinner but she is a saint
Shawty move like a model for the human race
Put my life up in her hands like some Brembo
Heaven's got heroes, heaven's got fools and heaven's got saints
But they ain't got no angels like the angel I got
I want to hold you forever girl, just give
to your face
Promise that you got me, and we golden, like the saints
It's crazy, Trendy out here, and I'm really setting trends
My system like a violin, I'm
it real tonight
Girl I want you by my side
Do ya lose ya
Mind when you see me making moves yuh
All these other women on me but ain't you girl
I hope
the preacher speaks
Too busy talkin' bout the bad girl down the street
Saturday Satan Sunday Saint
Fooling your neighbors, that's what you think
Reading
there by your side (yeah yeah)
I know that I gotta keep on telling lies
Should have swallowed my pride
But I think sometimes that
Baby it was best it was
the man by the age of 6
I even fucked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit, nigga hated it
a pair of boots from Rick?
Had to tell that lil' girl don't trip
Cool blood, but my money Crip
Got clap on lights no flick
Can't take no pic, no flick
guess that's love for me
Always ending up rejected by the girls I want
Never try to flaunt
It may be too much to ask for
But it's one of the things I'm
fi mi soul
Im Shot the angel on my shoulder
Cuz im wanted all control
I be trinna be in church, be a saint
And do right by my girl but I can't
How
always blame
Actin' like you're perfect, but
You know girl, that you're not a saint
I don't really wanna be the one
That you can always blame
Girl, I'm
coming off cocky
I like my girls thick
I like doing addition
Then cop me a ten
With the thinnest of bodies
Oh great saint
May our lips do what they want
In
I always kind of figured love would pass me by
The kind of girl I wanted wouldn’t want a guy like me
I thought that she, wouldn’t look twice
You
His motive's apparent and raring for a go at your head
He thought he saw you talking to his girl
His objective's transparent
Wants you down for
I'm going keep it real
You going build it with me
Bring that castle out of heaven
Down to reality
Yeah
You don't gotta be no saint
Girl, I'll make
tuned into Blue
"Maybe Amsterdam or Rome"
Awakened by a stewardess,
With Spain somewhere below.
On the threshold of adventure,
God I do love this
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nich
Chillin' with these chick
Named Tondalea
Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
She wasn't
Hyrum Black
Together we will ride
The saints may howl the earth may crack
But I'll be by his side
By his side
Hyrum went down on his knees and gave me
forget I’m about my vendetta
Girl I’m also cold I can’t give you my sweater
Before going outside you should have checked for the weather
I know that she
he's a trouble starter
But I ain't a saint neither and these ain't no still waters
Just 'cause all the girls are falling at your feet
Don't mean no
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