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allday - no saint lyrics

[verse 1]
oh, they twist my words and quotations (they do)
like i need any more motivation (melbourne)
i had no cl-ss, no money, no lady
ex-pizza boy, now i’m throwin’ dough crazy
crazy, no words can explain the lack of f-cks i give
these rappers need to suck my d-ck as dry as the sahara is
i got bars like xanax dealers, all my friends are pharmacists
caterpillars in my hypothalamus, they burrowing

[pre-chorus]
you talk but don’t listen, i’m going through some weird sh-t
you move to the rhythm of the city that we live in

[chorus]
woah, i told you i ain’t no saint
but you wouldn’t listen, no
you wouldn’t hear me, no

[verse 2]
you must be out your coconut, going through my phone and stuff
young, drunk australian, i’m going russell crowe on ya
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 changing, 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

[bridge]
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’m awake all the 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

[chorus]
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

[post-chorus]
the city gets us all down sometimes
but if you’re having fun, yeah
if you’re having fun

[verse 3]
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 f-ck what you talking about
angel of death in a boarded-up town

[pre-chorus]
you talk but don’t listen, i’m going through some weird sh-t
you move to the rhythm of the city that we live in

- allday lyrics

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