Lyrics:
Count the thousands by the fingers
c lineage of thousand wingers
Equal head Equal body and leg; feathers that linger
c piece is as complete
gon’ win over and over and
Over and then you wake up
You still can’t believe it! You know
Why? Because you was lied
To by Google you was lied
To by Mark
a fuck 'bout what you say
Now we going insane
Go crazy in the membrane
Better stay in your lane
'Cause it's me and Savage Saint
See I'm done being nice
You better never forget
Saint T's up and no ones a threat
I been alone in my head, alone in my bed
Just writing songs, I'm a sweat
Hear my name
lose your mind
Chorus
Baby you can run
But you know you can't hide
Are you a saint
Or a sinner inside
I will take you by your soul
Make you lose
A saint is a man or a woman who has been born again
You see, when we're redeemed by the blood of Jesus Christ
We are no longer sinners
We are saved
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,
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
Can'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,
They keep things safe here for everyone
You Sinners, Saints, and Fools
The poor and huddled masses
Who are hungry and afraid
You gotta do it by
that's strong
You load sixteen tons and 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
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,
They keep things safe here for everyone
The Sinners, Saints, and Fools
The poor and huddled masses
Who are hungry and afraid
You gotta do it by
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
And maybe you will bleed and cry
But that's how the legends are born and
You can be one
Further and further we move on across of the pain
There's no saint
me again I'll tell you the same
Persuaded by one sexy dame
No I do not feel no shame
You are on the road
Can I get a little lovin' from you
Can
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
by day
Till the world knows Jesus saves
The sinner and the saint by grace
You are the God who finishes what You start
When I can't trace Your hand,
Bless the Most High because his name is great
Gotta give thanks to the King of Saints
cll your ways are faithful and true
Who should we fear if we
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