Lyrics:
Hallelujah
Praise God saints, Holla Hallelujah
Praise God saints, Holla Hallelujah
Pure by the purifier, He fireproofed us
Praise God saints, Holla Hallelujah
tryna make up for what she ain't but
She's a saint, but so confused
Cause she's been rejected by all these dudes
That tell her on a scale of 10 she's
Look
Oh so i heard you're a saint
I know that you ain't, you left some tears on her face
Niggas be running a race
That shit is insane
We all gonna
Be something that amounts to nothing the threat
A wrecking ball plowing through our karma
We have no confident voice in our ears for tonight
Exist
Well, children by and by, oh, when the morning comes
(They say that all) all the saints of God together at home
We will tell the story how we
mm
It's Dexter Saint Jock
Must we go tropical?
VERSE 2:
This is the prototype what we're all striving for
Double-o seven, superhuman, we all want
Well children by and by when the morning comes
All the saints of God together they come
We will tell the story how the Lord will come
And we'll
Know that what’s meant for you
God has sent to you.
Know that what’s meant for you
God has sent to you.
Delinquent Saint,
Got pictures to paint.
My
(Ooh)
Girl, you got really good loving
Can't give it up for nothing
Keep heating up like oven
We gon' turn this into something
Yeah, girl, I need
a rapper real enough to traumatize me none
Whether a saint or a sinner
My heart is broken for you I take that as a winner
I ain't stopping my blood still red
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
waiting for these albums
Made a deal with the devil for this outcome
Listen all I know is
You's a, you's a, you's a, you's a
All I know is
You's a, you's a,
the game Annie
Call me saint
The boy insane
We run the game
We not the same
I been on this shit for way too long my G'
Never caught in crossfire I'm from
Betrayed by people that we become
And wonder why life means nothing
People try in win the game of life
By playing the game of death
Then they get fed up
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
Light another blunt up and pass around
It's Saint Starr and Saint Hoov so it's about to go down
To the Boondox so I don't wanna hear shit
You bitches
to the block aint nothing to say
Niggas stay watchin', Y'all hoes throw shade
Foreign jawn yeah I'm on my way
Yeah, She too bad but she for the streets
Protect
A round a way girl, a saint or a sinner
Look at her walk, in all of her splendor
Imagine the ways that she can be limber, she lovin' the way I treat her
Everyone thinks they're oh so perfect
Being a saint means there's no more conflict
But they all lie to the world they know
Hypocrites around you
about your sins 'til they had to be paid for
Now show us what you're made of
And after all this time (All this time)
I still find you're on my mind (On
for me
And she'll never complain
She keeps hiding the pain
But I know all the while
She's not feeling too well
'Cause I put her through hell
certain, you saw something lurking' behind the curtain,
Is it all imagination, or was it a person?
Feeling nervous, suddenly on goes the furnace,
Covered by
every season Guerilla Saints
Preachin' supernatural like a beast out of his cage
I used to be afraid but now I'm righteously raged
Fallen angels all
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