Lyrics:
Anyone can love the rich
The powerful and the famous
But you loved those whom
Even their own people shunned
That's why you are more than a Saint
We are children of the light
Royal rulers of the day
Saints, no prisoners of the night
Trust and love will lead the way
We are free
Yeah, I
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,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Can't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you
Louie Vuitton or Saint Laurent
We can go for a ride in my double R
Got the stars in the sky in case it get dark
I got money on my mind
I can do you right
tasting her barbarity
Change your view on who you are, death kink that's gone way too far
They say she's a saint, but she's a sinner
Born to suffer then
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
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen
are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you
behind
In my eyes are now burning the flame of hell
Created by all the memories
Time is passing consuming my soul ...
(Mr.Reason)
You ... how many
summer
Surrounded by our friends and loving kin
I will buy the ring just like you showed me
You can wear it till the saints go marching in
Lots of poor
What do you think of yourself
Are you pleased with where you are
Spent way too long sitting on the shelf
Now I jump in the booth and I bare my heart
a cigarette
And talk about days gone by?
We're neither saints or sinners
So leave your history behind
Let's grab a bottle and take it one day at a time
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
These people claim they saints
I'm not!
I give a fuck!
See you in hell!
I'm taking everybody wimme
I'm pretty,
Drop the R fam I'm shitty!
I'll see you in
it out of my vest
Death by designer the worse
I'm dressing her up the best
She asking me what am I worth
What you mean what are you worth, like what
a cigarette
And talk about days gone by?
We're neither saints or sinners
So leave your history behind
Let's grab a bottle and take it one day at a time
when you call me
Yeah, yeah
You're a saint, I'm a sinner
But I guess that I'm good enough when it's 3AM and you're lonely
As long as I'm gone by
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,
The Sinner and the Saint
Have mercy us sinners can't all become saints
Heaven's gate is open I can hardly wait
Thought you'd walk with me every step
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