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the air
A saintly John Coltrane pressures me
In his wailing refrain
Prying into my brain

I hope you know what you're doing to me
Is not indelible
But it's

neck I got a load I need to drop it off
Ghost bangs strangely, don't kink shame me
No New Orleans blood but I am saintly
Doc sounds Strange oh ya my time

I remember a time when my heart was far from grace
Every saintly road was poisoned by the taste of sin
I remember the dark smell of roses in my hands

Christ
Your saintly robes
Are a shade of black
The road you walk down, can't turn around, so don't you come crawlin' back

Waoh Waoh
Waoh Waoh
Shadow

Cause you always seems,
like a broken machine.
Baby, 
oh how saintly.
It is to appear,
so artificially clear,
all the time. 

Chorus 2
You climb to your

the notion, You ain't know me 'fore the rap shit so get going'
See you at Rapture, I'm the demon saintly spirt, tainted wit the liquor interferin'
I'm

Why is it that you believe what everyone believes
So much so that you don't even know what truth is
Everybody seems so saintly
Pointing fingers

center stage
A steady stream of stories
It sounds a saintly life
Silence breaks to shrieks of why, why, why
And how to carry on
How to try
Then faintly

she's a mission
So saintly. Maybe, maybe she could be my baby
It's crazy, got me thinking lately, this lady
Got me writing on the daily, feeling wavy, I

The world of fallen angels
Is a beautiful sad affair
Nebulas of saintly exiles
Heaven-less beings everywhere

Each solitary light-made traveller

All the drinks I’m dranking
Smoked so much I’m saintly
Yeah you my favorite
Approaching you on my way yeah

Modest? Don’t be baby
You know you driving

called a sinner, a devil, a disaster
But everyone's been led astray
I'm more saintly than any man you care to name
When people see me coming they pray
When

Where is my god
There is no lord
There is just a fraud
Is this why
There is all this war

Yearning for a saintly son
I weep for my unborn love
Salt licked

paths marked with saintly stones
Now Lies hordes of grimacing opulence
Behold the landscape turning vertical
In this endless loop of deceiving promises

contempt
For the baneful soul
For the disengagement
Of the sacred flesh
Bring forth your butchers
Bring forth your saintly
Hallowed ground trembles
By

before I die
And that’s the plan
We gone be saintly
Sainthood waiting for me
Sorry homie
You gone wait for a minute
Imma be here a while
Make it rain make

me)
And if He saved me by His grace then it’s by grace I’m kept
‘Til the day I’m waken from my saintly sleep after I’ve slept (unh)
What’s left, a bar

worshipping lately
Cause a lot of Christian art is more wack than saintly
And y'all wanna hate Hollyn for making a pop record
But y'all don't see that CCM could

the saintly view
You must think there are kids looking up to you
But I've had better men
Who crumbled when I got on top of them
That fortune I've shelled out

lunch times, no milk fee
Long screen-times eyes dazed-n-glazed
Attention spans you'd be amazed!
Getting' pulled this way and that
Saintly patience is

something to prove to them masses
Pass us by when the camera flashes, ask us what a forgetful past is
The sinner's not a saintly script but integrated with

a fakie just to hate me
I don't care know you ain't me
Feel this chills that is saintly
Haven't been myself lately
I don't get it what is changing
Felt my

in the stink of corpses, smell the terror of those still standing
Inhale the perfumes of saintly putrefaction as creation fails
Rivers running red,

lot sticking it to me
With your whited sepulchre behind your saintly grin
My soul is black, Mr Preacher, and no, you can't come in"
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