Lyrics:
No way to spend it except by your side
Here comes Christmas
It's been packed away all year
And we're bringing it out till old Saint Nick gets here
Here
I'm sane
Because you know I'm crazy
Don't call me by my name
You alienate me
So don't call me a saint
Because you know I'm a sinner
Don't call me
won't surrender
By me, they tryna crash out, won't be offended
Wait, ayy, back up in the G, Saint LaVie
Ayy, shawty call me poppy , she get naughty for
Saint, these fake rappers got nothing on ya
They lie through the grill with cubic zirconia's
Ask for their two cents, nothing to loan ya
Well fuck
the truth so wry, you want control
You said we're bound by blood but you don't know a thing about me or my soul
I see the death of all the saints and foes
a single thing by the rocking break of day
Seriously, Santa, not one single gift?!
Come on, Saint Nick!
You know what we're going to do?
What?
You know what
[Bridge]
Got kicked out by my grandma,
I made more bread than a scammer,
When I trapped under them cameras,
Got caught, ended in the slammer,
I had
some soup (what?)
Driving around in a what? (It's crazy)
Saint Laurent all on my boots (yeah)
Saint Laurent all on my boo (yeah)
Yeah, 2000 dollar
Armstrong.
Saint's marched right in from my Close and Play.
When I was a kid
I had a little picture
And I looked at that picture
All the time.
Painted by
Flies all green and buzzin',
in this dungeon of despair.
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes,
and scratch their matted hair.
A tiny light, from
charisma
Could another one stomach
If I be the prisoner then I wasn't more cunning
Or wise
If I come outside I'm not running
Stone lone wolf of the pack
I'm soul brother one hunted
How much charisma
Could another one stomach
If I be the prisoner then I wasn't more cunning
Or wise
If I come outside
prisoners
Dark prince of the world
Humanity trembles
Enslaving you sinners
You can't beg for mercy
For none will be saved
The burden of sin
Echoes
stomach?
If I be the prisoner then I wasn't more cunning or wise
If I come outside I'm not running
Stone lone wolf of the pack, the unwanted
I really got
Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumblin
Piss they clothes
Scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from
did not believe
In nothing else but love
I never knew I'd a prisoner to a stranger's kiss
But you got something that I can't resist
And I got
My mama always told me better than to play with a loaded gun
If I'd've just listened to her she'd've never had a prisoner for a son
The picture's
hand
Down the Rhine, they meant to have a picnic
'Til Jones said, "I must decline
You boys have been advised by me
Stay away from Germany
What's the good
I'm paid like them
Lips on her red, but it blew like wind
Blessed by the guys, I was made off sin
Which girl should I pick? Until then, best friends
high, feeling dry, I’ve watch this whole world pass me by
I’m floating like a barrel, and I’m praying like a saint
How many times can I be what I ain’t?
aristocrats
Above the hungry and poor
America, America
The saints come marching home
The holy ghost is knees
Crushed by sticks and stones
Mega phone
Big
feet
In the half life
Rains the hand to my defeat
And I watched the walls fall
And I rebuilt them piece by piece
In the eyes of a saint I'm
In the half light
We raised a hand to my defeat
And I watched the world fall
And I rebuilt it piece by piece
In the eyes of a saint I'm
Sung by flash, spivs and floosies.
Flash: they call me the scum of the earth.
They say I'm the scab of the nation.
But deep inside I'm only human.
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