Lyrics:
life through a new lens
Drivin' by the streets I used to walk through
When I had no crib, I guess you call that shit a miracle
Go tell your friends
of mine
And that goes to show: angels fall sometimes
She's been here long enough to see that I'm no saint by now
Every mornin' I wake surprised to find her
I remember as a child I used to hear
Music that they played Lord with a feel'
Some call it folk, some call it soul
People let me tell you it was
the sea
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be
If you ever see me coming and if you know who I am
Don't you breathe it to nobody
and I wish you could tell me
Why do we always fight when I have to go
I have to go and see some friends of mine, some that I don't know
Some who
at me and tell me what you see
I'm not a saint or celebrity
I'm a hater, traitor, hated by the human race
So go ahead, tell me again
Say it to my face
and hours
With diligence I have been blessed
Some people, they call me monster
Some people, they call me saint
My talent feeds my darker side
Yet no-one
niggas to bite you
And I don't even wanna hear what some niggas might do
Old niggas mentally still in high school
Since the tight jeans they ain't never
of begging you please
Since the day you took him away from me
God, now how much more do I have to hurt?
How far down do you wanna see me go, tell me
God,
can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh, and I'm gonna buy this place, that's what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head
Honey, all
've hurt myself by hurting you
Some days I feel broke inside, but I won't admit
Sometimes I just want to hide 'cause it's you I miss
You know it's so hard
Hank, let's talk about your daddy
Tell me how your mama loved that man
Well, just break out a bottle, hoss
I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy
Some are bound
Some will swim
Some will drown
Some of us are saints
Some are clowns
Just like me they're falling down
Well I lied to the nation
machinery is too much for me
You made me want to be a saint
There must be some other way
To settle this argument
Burroughs is in Tangiers
I don't think he'll
?
And will you lay for me ?
Or make a saint of me ?
Cause I'll give you all the nails you need
Cover me in gasoline
wipe away those tears of blood again
Let me tell you all about a guy they call Saint Nick,
He only comes to town, once a year,
On the the 24th night of December,
You might see that
Jolly old Saint Nicholas lean your ear this way
Don't you tell a single soul what I'm going to say
Christmas Eve is coming soon now you dear old man
livin' it up in the city
Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent
Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Call the police and the fireman
'm real
Glad I'm real
Am I real
Are you made of lead paint
A bulletproof Picasso
All the virgin saints
Put you here to care for me
I don't need a reason
Tell me a little lie to remember you by.
Just a little lie to remember you by.
Please don't tell me, that you're sorry.
Tell me I was the one
Well, you tell me how she was when you once knew her
How she played her games with many, many men
And you tell me that you don't think I'd be with
real
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age
succeed
Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side?
What I know, I can do
If I give my love now
Sometimes bad can do some good
Sometimes bad can do some good
And I heard you say that flesh sells by the pound
When blood is raining down it cuts a deep
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