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No Saint

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Hip-Hop/Rap

No Saint was released on September 15, 2017 by Ultra Records, LLC as a part of the album Speeding

Song Details

Release DateSeptember 15, 2017

LabelUltra Records, LLC

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM144

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Allday

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tomas Gaynor

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Cam Bluff

Producer

Mitch Graunke

Producer

Hamley

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Oh, they twist my words and questions

Like I need any more motivation

I had no class, no money, no lady

Ex- pizza boy, now I'm throwin' dough crazy

Crazy, no words can explain the lack of fucks I give

These rappers need to suck my dicks as dry as the Sahara is

I got bars like Xanax dealers, all my friends are pharmacists

Caterpillars in my hypothalamus, they burrowing

[Verse 2]

You talk but don't listen

I'm going through some weird shit

You move to the rhythm of the city that we live in

[Verse 3]

Whoa

I told you, I ain't no saint

But you wouldn't listen, no

You wouldn't hear me, no

[Verse 4]

You must be out your coconut going through my phone and stuff

Young, drunk Australian

I'm going Russel Crowe on you

You say I'm a chauvinist

I say, well, whose show is this?

You know where the door is at or do I need to show you it?

I became a monster somewhere

I'm retracing my steps

Studio, bad hoe bedroom, studio

Well, I'm just changin' I guess

Cops used to stop me and say, I need your name and address"

I would say Usain Bolt

Then I gave it the legs

[Verse 5]

I don't get no happiness from their failures

I really wish them the best in this game here

I got all my own stress and these payslips

I don't get any rest

I'ma wait

All this time in my room pacing like Indiana

I need Rihanna or somebody really similar

I've been off the drugs a while, I'm thinking clearer

I think I'm worse when I'm sober, baby text my dealer

[Verse 6]

Whoa

I told you I ain't no saint

But you wouldn't listen, no

You wouldn't hear me, no

And now I'm getting the blame

I told you I ain't no saint

But you wouldn't listen, no

You wouldn't hear me, no

[Verse 7]

The city gets us all down some times

But if you're having fun, yeah

If you're having fun

[Verse 8]

If you're having fun, you're not wasting time

If you're not crazy, get crazy, it's a crazy life

You're like my lady, but you're not ladylike

Smoking hazy until we get McGrady eye

Yeah, we overtaking, Talladega Nights

Swerving through lanes on the way to mine

I don't give a fuck what you talking about

Angel of death in a boarded-up town

[Verse 9]

You talk but don't listen

I'm going through some weird shit

You move to the rhythm of the city that we live in

[Verse 10]

Whoa

I told you, I ain't no saint

But you wouldn't listen, no

You wouldn't hear me, no

And now I'm getting the blame

I told you I ain't no saint

But you wouldn't listen, no

You wouldn't hear me, no

Written by: Tomas Gaynor

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