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No Saint
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No Saint was released on September 15, 2017 by Ultra Records, LLC as a part of the album Speeding
September 15, 2017
LabelUltra Records, LLC
LanguageEnglish
BPM144
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

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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