Lyrics:
From the deep desire to be a saint to the crippling need to be a sinner, I am torn by the blood of my ancestors. Plagued by a past-self I am
The bitches are bad, the city on map
The crib got a pool in the back
Nigga what more could you ask
Your wildest dreams, the money is green, the fazos
been around,
And as they spoke you clearly saw their feet were on the ground!
Hello!
How are you?
How's the folks?
What's new?
I'm great!
That's
and favored
Hop on the bass and bounce to my latest
Put your hands up and shout Jesus
We are healed in the name of Jesus
Saved by grace
Saved by grace
Your eyes
Are upon
The saints
Your eyes
Are upon
The righteous
Your eyes
Are upon
The saints
The whole world
The whole world
Is naked
Before you
Your
Raindrops falling on my window
Really made me stoop low
I'm not into limbo
Everything you dish out, coming back ten fold
Acting as a saint but you
obsessed
I've been so consumed by
consumers who are users
Now what you got me doing
abusing other humans,
Going through them like protrusions
If slewing
Clench your fist, your eyes are bloodshot
Glance at me, I'll show my fucking teeth
Do you really want to fucking see?
Saint of no more
Lighting
many thoughts are on my mind
You’re not a human, not a beer
You’re all around and even here
You’re not a saint, not a city
No part of Venus, you
a patch on you
A saint, a star, a goddess and a brain
But, the truth now
Are you happy with your lies ?
You know, nothing's perfect
Aren't you
Let Him complete His will!
In this you will show them His love
And allow them to experience Him!
Follow Him
Step by step!
Step by step!
You just
hear now, the air do you fill you are
Alpha and the Omega and more you are
The one the saints and angels adore you are
Holy, holy, most infinite one, you
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
Fightin´ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol´ mama lion
Cain´t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
of horror
You are the blue light of peace and loneliness
You are loveless saint
You are the scale by which i measure my own strength
You are
Amiri, yeah
Feeling at the shard
I'm wearing Yves Saint Laurent
Wearing Yves Saint Laurent
Yeah, Amiri
Say she got crack cocaine
Build the line akh
a station
When you still are asleep
And I'm getting tired
Of always asking
For the strange saints of art
We're reflections in white washed glass
Faces
Yeah, mmm
Yeah, yeah
I been feelin' like I (mmm), numbin' myself to get by (ah)
That's my reality (yeah), all my days I don't know (yeah),
to the saint, the
Price you pay seems so much less when
Faced with love and cash without restraint
You sold your soul, for the
Heart of rock and roll, but the
Man
of yearning for that day
And even in the dead of night we walk by faith
Lord, we stand upon the promise that You made
The sun will rise and light a brand
Leicester, sir
Oh, never mind, how are you on Tilsit?
I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week
Sir, we get it fresh on Monday
Tish tish, no
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