Saints (feat. Sincere)

Draw the blinds, hun Widow shopping-checks her reflection, I set up on the narrow sill Enjoys watching herself but acts embarrassed still In front the cocked Canon, which winces while the barrel fills In a green tint-Jack and Jill on that Paris Hil Sex tape, bed eyes gleaming, sex slave for the time being Lap dance, hands tied, get free or I'll die dreaming Her ass lifted, divine demon. Wax dripping Dark Knight in a black fitted, last Gotham city rogue who acts twisted Past lifted, we crash land. I smashed in like a masked man On my last stand. Her cash band, ankle bracelet unfastened Put her soul up for adoption. Would've sold it for a profit A prophet with a box cutter. Yeah, hold up in the cockpit My hostage in bondage, on bail bond for a locket Givenchy locksmith, we get it popping in the hospice Abroad in a hostel, couple grams from London Abandoned wedding band on the runway Leave the Samsung running, Saint Rather die with the sinners than cry with the saints Got my mind on the winter with my eye on the rays Yeah, our days are full of those things not even your closest friends should know Our nights are even worse, so grab your gun, let's go to church Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints Killing all the Saints Black-gold links clink, I'm drinking in your name Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints Killing all the Saints Black-gold paint sprays the ceiling of my brain Mirrors for vanity, dressing room full of Darwinists With red lipstick like bloody lips from licking Karma's wrists Birth control for breakfast, your pimp is your consciousness But I'll wipe your mouth with that dollar bill that you starved for, bitch. Small pond princess, practiced pirouettes in meadows 'Til haunted by the overarching silhouette of stilettos Achilles heel stirs up Mai Tais, in sheer lace top thigh highs God, time flies when the light blinds her defined lined, dark lime eyes Trade your corset for a stage name, you're accustomed to the costume There's 5 girls in a dark room, trying to get paid, but it costs you (Girl) Slid off the pole-I caught you. Sold your soul-I bought you Real quick, make your heels click. No judges here-pay law school Hopped off the Horse, she's on that horse and carriage still But don't know how to let go the pole on the carousel (Now that's real) Six inch pedestal parallel to the powdered trail I sniffed out. Sit down, slip her a bill, like "How that power feel?" Rather die with the sinners than cry with the saints Got my mind on the winter with my eye on the rays Yeah, our days are full of those things not even your closest friends should know Our nights are even worse, so grab your gun, let's go to church Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints Killing all the Saints Black-gold links clink, I'm drinking in your name Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints Killing all the Saints Black-gold paint sprays the ceiling of my brain You're a big girl, you know one thing leads to another Wore your heart on your sleeves, now it bleeds in my covers You expect me to understand when your overreact I wrote a song on letting go that's holding you back She's better than this, but who am I to speak Got a vendetta with wrists, I seen her suicide in sheets Lent my Beretta with hesitance, said "Let her do and die in peace" But I think this martyr needs a lesson in losing thy beliefs That passage perilous. Quick living when bumps fade Shit-grinning derelicts-save the sinning for Sunday Our foreplay is gunplay. Wedding band on the runway Middle finger-fucking, fuck it, we all burn in Hell one day Rather die with the sinners than cry with the saints Got my mind on the winter with my eye on the rays Yeah, our days are full of those things not even your closest friends should know Our nights are even worse, so grab your gun, let's go to church Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints Killing all the Saints Black-gold links clink, I'm drinking in your name Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints Killing all the Saints Black-gold paint sprays the ceiling of my brain