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then
It'll be too late
Can't even
Keep my head on straight
You got
My heart wrapped up tight
For you it's out of sight and mind
Looking for the
Next

Church boy kryptonite
Wondering when I'll
Ever see the light
By then it'll be too late
Can't even keep my head on straight
You got my heart wrapped up

Tattoos on your neck
Saint on your chest
Feeling your respect
Falling for ya
Seeing you
Regrets
Keeps pushing me down
And down
You're calling me by

In Comes The Flood

Machine Head

Bloodstone & Diamonds

2014

By turning cash into a god

In comes the flood
Wake up America
In comes the flood
Wake up America

Moneytheistic religion
Saints of the red,

with these bitches?
You the only one that could've put me in my feelings
Thumbing thru the check, making love to them digits
Racked up, stuffing blue

Sweet Little Sixteen

John Lennon

Lennon

1990

the grown up blues.
Tight dresses and lipstick,
she's sporting in high heeled boots.
Oh but tomorrow morning
she'll have to change her trend
become sweet

Sweet Little Sixteen

The Beatles

Live at the BBC

1994

with you. 

Sweet little sixteen 
She's got the grown up blues. 
Tight dresses and lipstick, 
She's sporting in high heeled boots. 
Oh but tomorrow

Hopeless

Trick Daddy

One Million Strong, Vol. 2: Love Peace & War

2005

no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong by using this chorus to get through this song

[Chorus: x2]

[Trick Daddy]
You know y'all going

Hopeless

Trick Daddy

The Red Light District [Clean]

2004

goings on 
'Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one Whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by

Gun I ain't no saint either I feel that 
I'm

here
To help you take charge of your reckoning

So hold your golden gun up high
Sometimes something's deserve to die

Chapter VII: Surrounded in Blue

shooters MIA
I got Gucci around my waste
Bought a draco just to fade

I'm a saint
You bitch-made
You can see me in LA
With girl by my side
With the prettiest

Royal black 
Royal blue 
Double back 
Trouble too 
Takeoff the mask 
Muzzle too 
Strike a match 
And tell the truth

Introducin (Blowin up)
Nothin

getting old
I was told by a man of wisdom
Good thing I listened
He said that love is like a
Prism, yeah I fucked up, no blue and no red
Can’t look up in

Christmas Eve
We put up the tree, reeve, put out the milk and cookies
This feelings such a good thing
Admittingly
Presents wrapped up neatly
Chimney steaming

I’m still the same not much has changed
Even if you looking at me different, I’ma look at you the same
I’m still a saint, at least I think
Even if I

salvation
From the salivating demarcation
Of Columbian incarnation
Of the patron saint of palliation
Her milk framed and rose satin
Untamed by the silk

The Best Christmas of All
John Cirillo (ASCAP)/Tamara Laurel McGucking (BMI)

One Christmas ago well I was all by myself
Just like that old Saint

thank your lucky stars you're still alive

Skin and bone wrapped around the fear of waking up alone
Sticks and stones, and makeshift thrones
When what's

but it ain't
Dawgie selling fake pounds if he drink he go faint
Water on my neck
I'm new orleans like a saint
Been had racks got that blue check up

Hammers present, you gettin' wrapped up
Uhh, jump out the Mack truck, black tux
Go 'head and act up
Drink the blood out of the brass cup
Your jewels are

excluded from everything cause shit I was a Jit but I was running round with 8 sacks
Now a nigga up I really got it on my own I ain't new to blue strips I'm

only twenty-seven

Our hometown hero's in the news today
The flags are flying at half mast
We buried you on a clear blue All Saints Day
To the lonesome

get chewed up
Saint Laurent on my back, this ain't Bape nigga
I'm on Cleveland with Lil Keed and the snakes, nigga
Play with me, get long lived, from

wrapped inside my hand
The memories of what we had go passing by
I hope we'll never say goodbye
I been blue for so long
Day dreaming of you in my arms
I've