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as it's lost
And I will always pay my dues to you
Saint Philomena, love forever lost

Saint Philomena stand by me
I'll wear you round my neck - protect

Underground saints raising cups
Won't shut up about the truth
While you just sit in your control room
No one can shut us down
The underground saints are here

Wholly as a product of your wanton carelessness
Exacerbated by the worries others have of you
Are they as certain of themselves as they are of you

can't you see it's correlated?
The long awaited Black Pete and Saint Nicolas
People think black caricatures ain't ridiculous
Negative stereotypes are what

PROUD DESPERADO
Written by Kip Winger, Reb Beach & Desmond Child
 
The city burns  
There's no return
Never saw it coming
The crimson skies
Smoke

pickpocket[01:14.28]Life is putting us aside like we playing wingers[01:17.10]Brothers and sisters, are daily committing suicide[01:19.75]We are always depressed, and more

decided to reach out anyway
I know we didn't spend too much time together so I wanted to catch you up on a few Things
For starters, I go by Saint and I've

this forest 
But I’ll help you stay alive….By turning you into a puppet  / A puppet?

Wow Pepper, this is so exciting! You’re gonna make so many new

The saints of hell only attack you in your sleep
When the light are low your far away your dreams are deep
The burning questions that will keep you

Oh Saint Denis
Yes, I believe every word you said
Before you lost your head
On your way to pray
On your way to pray

Oh Saint Columba
Won't you

Right now No it's not
We still have a long way to go
But I think what you do by standing there
And showing respect to the flag
With your hand over your

cousin of The Rock

I said a skinny cousin of The Rock 
Yeah It's Dexter Saint Jock

What a beautiful girl like you doin' by herself on the island alone?

Friday night and the chicks are cool
I'm their hero
Objectionable to some rat faced fool
Acting macho

So I guess it's time you quit
Up to your neck

Hence you're hot and wavy
And u d drip
Like you work in the navy

How u d feel d party
Wae e nor even eleven
Wuna kol 4 mi abie n kadie
Mek dem pull up by

captive
Told how to live and controlled by the pigs
Right wingers everywhere pushing your ideas on me
I decide what is right and which God I believe
Isn't

divine play
You protect all saints and people of virtue
A pillar of faith to devotees who trust you

Even of the wicked, you are a graceful defender
When

divine play
You protect all saints and people of virtue
A pillar of faith to devotees who trust you

Even of the wicked, you are a graceful defender
When

your fucking jumper
You ain't bad
Are you fucking dumb cuz
I run up in traps
And it wasn't fun coz
Bro got stabbed by stupid drunkard
Ring ring
That's my

dingers 

Shoot or splash it and turned them swimmers 

Now they got bro doing bird with wingers

All of my niggas are lions gorillas 

Supply them kittens

scares you my king, he refused to replay cause he new
if i tell you, you'll leave, but are saint swore that this was not true
so he told him ´bout satan

in Bdub who brought hiphop to life
Why are you fucken vexed?
Eish
The streets were in a mess
Ain't no fucken rapper could even fucking finesse
I'm what

and champagne
If you feeling overwhelmed by this thing called love
Can the saints say amen? Can the saints say amen?

Sippin' on gin and champagne
Have you

paid for by a
Carcass that resembles yours
Born in the heart of the empire
You're worth more than others just like you
But less then the native ones

Yeah, growing up on the Saints Row
With decked out guns and cars
(Decked out guns and cars)
Whenever we roll by
Everyone knows who we are (Knows who