Lyrics:
and sacraments
you destroy the girls and you’re not here by accident
so find out for me what’s outside for me
You found a way to just pretend who you are
ate it and realized its not nature to mother
Generic like no other, man, fuck big brotha!
The Kottonmouth King klick. Are you blind or somethin'?
(Hold up)
Don’t you see that we bout it
Living for Christ and we shout it
Who are y’all clowning God is astounding
But they can’t see it they vision is
Funny how things happen yeh they're forcing me to think
Lies are filling bottles but I pour them down the sink
Did I care about you like my future
who can beat me
Oh that's right they can't see me
Ghost
You are looking at the best, perfection in the flesh
These niggas mad im next
Heart filled
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 I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
'Cause someday you are gonna get hungry
And eat most of the words you just said
And I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
'Cause someday you are gonna get hungry
And eat most of the words you just said
I can be an angel
I can be a saint
I can be an evil
I can be a devil
If you want to
It's all up to you
Both myself I'm true to myself
I'm double
as toast
And you gonna flip when Old Saint Nick
Lays a lick on the peppermint stick
He'll come a flyin' from a higher place
And fill the stocking by
as toast
And you gonna flip when Old Saint Nick
Lays a lick on the peppermint stick
He'll come a-flyin' from a higher place
And fill the stocking by
We are
Justified by faith
No it's not the works that did it
We are
Justified by faith
No it's not the works that did it (Amen)
Justified by faith
on a show you'll enjoy take me to Paris
(Ooh, la la, ooh, la la)
(Ooh, la la, ooh, la la)
Walking through the streets at dawn
We dance by empty carousels
Gold
Gold
Gold
Gold
That's what we're made of
I'm walking by these sinners and saints (woo-hoo)
I don't know why they throw it all away
a fuck what you think yeah
Dress my wifey up in pink yeah
All white like a saint yeah uh wait
All white like a saint bitch
(Ugh)
My third eye is open
It
you a God, and shall your grace
Grow weary of your saints?
Steady is a knife held sure by faith
Are you a God? And shall your grace
Grow weary
from show to show
Baby, you ain't no saint, 'cause there ain't no in-between
Either you come or you can't, now get loose, let me hear you scream
Don't be hating
Don't be hating
Don't be hating now oh
Don't be hating
Are you hating?
Are you hating now?
Nneoma, I Swear
Je M'appelle Saint Louise
Je
below or saints above
You came to me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
It's falling down and all around me, falling
You say that you'll be
Yeah we were best friends for a while
Until I saw you for who you are
A homophobic, self-indulgent, never couldn't be her moment
Pain in my arse
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,
are our saints!
Promise that you'll never turn on me
Promise that you'll never walk away
is our right!
I did not vote aww, no
The Saint Pablo ticket sales are going down
Now aww no, t-shirts "Aww nah
You just got out of jail Ye you had
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