Lyrics:
myself in
Well that's what you get
For bothering saint Augustine
Saint Augustine was a wanted man
Not a least bit wanted
Not a least bit wanted
Wanted by
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
Saint,
also from the Kottonmouth Kommitte, was caught by survalence
camera
At JJ's Liqour in the city of Orange
Making off with 2 cases of beer, 1 pint
mankind, what are you blind
They had me feeling like I was trapped
But I knew that God had my back
So fuck a pig with a badge
By the sword of the truth I
as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons
That you can see fly by
At night.
do what I want, and you can't
I never been dumb, I'm as smart as you think
hang with the devil protected by saints
swear these niggas capped out
If 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,
Though my eyes don't see it
By Faith I'm believing
Your loves to good to let me go
In the quiet You're speaking
In the chaos You're leading
Your
Cyclical
Stuck inside a never ending rhyme
But you're comfortable
Just another decomposing alibis
Sing yourself to sleep
Count the days gone by
you when you're down
I'm not going to lose out
Despicable, Predictable
You stare at broken mirrors
Blinded by, the smoke you breathe
And now I've turned
color when you're miserable
Veronika, Saint Veronika
You can't leave this world behind
So be strong enough to hold onto us
We're still right here by your
that all the culture that you building
In these four walls is determined by theology you wielding
I searched you on the web and all I managed to see
Was
to help you find
Your meaning in life, your feelings are tied
Bound by fate we wander away from the fight
We get poisoned and we slowly suffocate
We were
We don't need a glory
Boys with chains will make a story
Tear faces and don't say sorry
Step by step and we are on top
You will hang out sit on glock
You are safe by day but watch your back at night
I'd like to show ... I'm not an evil man
But I know, it's hard to understand
Some think that I'm
weight
You, ooh, you knew
Oh, that you blew it
And I was a saint to you
Why recycle all of your old mistakes
Learning new tricks, old hounds are just
that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul
who the fuck you are
You's a motherfucking nigga for life
It's all sowed up, in the LBC
Bitches breakin bread when they see the lil ass gee
I
be clear (clear)
Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear (swerve)
Regrettin' everything in life is my only fear (my only fear)
And you
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
Thowing my monkey wrench into every plan
Eliciting disaster by my own hands
Whisking you all away to my dance
Throwing your minds straight for
You can't change it, it'll change you
Having acting like a stranger to the truth
If you have to change who you are
To be a star are you repping for God,
that I can get that
Looking at the get back
Tell me are with you that
I already had that
No I couldn’t miss that
I ain’t tryna cuff her, I must think
krishnadevaraya, the king of Vijayanagara.
Your power has impressed me.
Kindly shower your blessings upon me.
Oh King,
Is everything okay with you?
Fine?
Are you
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