this rhyme Get wit ya mind, True love is hard to find You gotta take me seriously From now until infinety Cant be telling no more lies Tell the truth
Übersetzung: Allerheiligen. No More Lies.
Then hit back where I'm stay Third world we get that cake Thirteen is where I lay shots off to MIA [Verse 8: Rick Ross] More money more problems Don
no saint They're all covered up with white washed grease paint And you say... [Chorus:] The teacher never told you anything but white lies But you never
: [Originally by The Saints] Ain't nobody tells me what to do now I've heard all the lies and been promised the world No business man is going to use
everything burns, My torture lies within. Am i a victim To myself? When everything burns, My tortured life... Boiling point! Violent saint! Boiling point! Violent fucking saint! Saint
close to breathe Like a baby cutting teeth In you I find relief 'Cause when it's more than I can take I pushed and pulled to break A sucker for a saint
we shall die Open your eyes And be gone with the lies Raised in disease United we fall Killed by the saints More evil than all Sons of the holy might
had one more night to live A saint blessed me, drank me deeply Spitting out the misery in me Still a sinner rapes 1000 saints Sharing the the same hell
our eyes while rust on reason grows and we feed and clothe our lies but in our hearts we know, yeah we know that wisdom lends us all a cool and steady
like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind the lies No one knows what it's like to be hated To be faded To telling lonely lies [Lil' Wayne:] I ain
of heavy artillery There's nothing about your war You can call it what you like I know where I'm from And it's cold and dark 'Cause all the sinners Are just saints
you Guarantee to love 'coz I'm on all saints be So let me count the ways in which I love thee All in all this can't be untrue or a fantasy telling normal lies
you're wonderin' why I Continue to try my Skills at this rap game Girl, I can't get enough I been rockin' the church folks And tellin' those saint jokes So all
'm telling you I built a wall, I cut you off Now there's no lies that's gonna fix this up I played the saint and a saint I ain't Now all the hurt is
: a delicate creature is something she ain't better take it from me, that's a woman that isn't an anger, that isn't a saint better take it from me, that
heart A delicate creature is something she ain?t, but atake it from me that?s a woman That isn?t an angel, that isn?t saint, but atake it from me that
And eyes and nervous laughter But never say what's on your mind." Who's gonna take? And who's gonna swallow? All these empty dreams back What of tomorrow? Wanting more
