Lyrics:
their back on you
You don't know what you do
And you won't break free
We are the ones the world told they are not worth enough
Rejected by a society that
Now saints in these last days some
Will depart from The Faith
Follow deceitful teachings preached by the
God's of this age
That's why I urge you
like a saint no lie
Get a dress yeah we going on a date I try
Won't do you wrong yeah I'm never acting fake no lie
You are like my muse baby when I get
be a saint
But trouble keeps on blocking my way
Trouble don't you find no home by me
Trouble don't you find no home by me
Oh my Lord, if you
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Can't no high toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons what do
they know
Their fingerprints are hidden by control
This is where the line is drawn, see
You can't take my soul away from me
What do you need
drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their
drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their
had Miz hit me up today like
Ayo, by next session I need two new songs
Said I got you
We out here
Vette Louvre, 2019
Sinful Saint coming soon, you
so we could kick it
Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
We walkin'
Saint Boredom, sing it for me
Now I hate to tell you
you're being lied to
by your money and by your friends
in the neighbourhood of mistruths
all
but I ain't no saint
I been tryna fix all my mistakes
You didn't really live if you ain't know pain
I been tryna live not going insane
Hold up let me
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe
the canebreak by an old mama lion
Ain't no high tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Can't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul
that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul
the sun
In my dulcet tones I say real low, baby shall we run
And it's hard to live like a Saint when you've walked in the shoes of a sinner
And you my
Good mornIng LIfe
You got me wakIng up before 5:39
To run across a brIdge and draw my lIne
Blue RIver gIvIng shIvers whIle I'm strollIng by
Over my
clothing
But inwardly they are ravenous wolves
You will know them by their fruits
Do men gather grapes from thornbushes
Or figs from thistles?
Even so,
that
Fuck
Okay
Well let me tell you a story, about how my brain works
Haha
I'm fizzing, you're bitchin
Saint Pablo, well go and get the kids then
I'm
here until you show
La li li
La li
La li li
La li
La li li
La li li
Down by the river, she calls to a saint
To save her to save her
From the dark nights
Howling at the moon
Are you selling television satellites now Jeffrey?
Are your kids already in Junior High School?
And when you jump from Saint
You will crawl
You will crawl
You will crawl
You are not a saint but anyway
You will need to choose or you'll loose
Choose to go ahead until the end
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