Lyrics:
for revenge
I'm not a saint
Don't have a clean slate
Killed by overprotection
'Cause you underestimate me
What gives you the right to call me naive?
I
of these boys in blue are phony
Crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
They out for delph, only tryin to help them self
They pull me
look over yonder out in the street
People laughing by walking way
I ain't no sinner but I ain't no saint
If it's happy you can say I ain't
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
out the cool cage
Tied up, shoelace, you late
VVS, motherfuckers too fake
Paper Route jumpin' gang, blowin' by 'em
Hussein bitch my whole section treat
ain't real, slow reactions
Is this real? Am I dreaming?
Is it a nightmare I'm living?
Paralyzed by my own demons
Please wake me up
I wanna scream
Got my
(Yeah)
Irish man put you under the pave
Cuban link crackers think I'm a slave
Going ape want up in a cage
Get rich in result it's a rage
Call up saint
got yo-seff qu
Ome 'spensive educashnin' goin' fo ya!
Evil prince:
Oh yeah! oh yeah! heh-heh! saint loomis! damn! some de zomby-folk up de lab-mo-tory
wrapped in red, white and blue
But a bright new generation has taken to the streets
Fed up with a system bowing down to lobby needs
Ghosts and guns,
Out of 10 million people how many are saints
Out of 10 million how many know how to paint
If it doesn't reach me does it mean anything
Out of 10
evening can be a holy night
Let's cozy on up by a fireplace
And dim those Christmas lights
So please just fall in love with me this Christmas
There's
Blood sweat tears fears
Wrapped up in ideas
Seconds days months years
Dedication got me here
And there ain't no way
I'm stopping now
I found my style
you're up to just the same
I will listen hard to your tuition
And you will see it come to its fruition
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped
I'm ha new bae
Yea that's my boo thang
Hop up on my blue wave
True change)
I want nobody but you bae
Got me wrapped around ya finger
Know I do whatever
Olé Olé
The way her hips sway is insane
Okay okay
Like babe won't you come my way
Let's roll up a plane
Lean back in Saint Tropez
We can fly out
(You were so narcissistic, wrapped up in yourself)
Feeling blue, tryna write another sad song
3:18, melodrama all night long
The void's deep, I
blues.
Lookin' out my window, sun comes up, sun comes burnin' down
No answer, no answer, no answer, no answer, no answer, no answer, no answer
I'm
You was a baby like I was once
Crying in the early morning
You was born in a manger Lord
Reid Memorial is where I was born
They wrapped You
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
of gold
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just the same
I
and your man is planning to hate (we run this man)
I'm so hood (I make hit records this is what I do)
And I got these gold up in my mouth
If you get
laisserais tout tomber
dis-moi seulement on va où, on part quand, et c'est fait
Staying up at night looking at the world go by my window
Comforted by your
another man spills
Saint Stephen will remain
All he lost he shall regain
Seashore washed by the suds and foam
Been here so long, he's got to callin'
because the shit aint wrapped right
I aint even mad I doubled up again just last night
Another foreign car, hear the engine when I pass by
I was
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