no saint

Oh they twist my words in quotations
Like I need any more motivation
I had no class, no money, no lady
Ex-pizza boy now Im throwin dough crazy
Crazy, no words can explain
The lack of ****s I give
These rappers need to suck my ****
As dry as the Sahara is
I got bars like Xanax, dealers
All my friends are pharmacists
Caterpillars in my hypothalamus they burrowing
You talk but, dont listen
Im going through, some weird ****t
You move to, the rhythm
Of the city , that we live in
Woah
I told you I aint no saint
But you wouldnt listen though
You wouldnt hear me no
You must be out your coconut
Going through my phone and stuff
Young, drunk Australian
Im going Russell Crowe on ya
You say Im 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
Im retracing my steps
Studio, back home, her bedroom, studio
Well Im 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
I dont get no happiness from their failures
I really wish them the best in this game yeah
I got all my own stress and these payslips
I dont get any rest
Im awake all the time
In my room pacing like Indiana
I need Rihanna
Or somebody really similar
Ive been off the drugs a while
Im thinking clearer
I think Im worse when Im sober baby
Text my dealer
I told you I aint no saint
But you wouldnt listen though
You wouldnt hear me no
Now Im dead end, dead end
I told you I aint no saint
But you wouldnt listen though
You wouldnt hear me no
The city gets us all down sometimes
But if youre having fun
Yeah
Youre having fun
If youre having fun
Youre not wasting time
Youre not crazy, get crazy
Its a crazy life
Youre like my lady
But youre not ladylike
Smoking haze until we get McGrady eye
Yeah we overtaking, Talladega Nights
Swerving through lanes on the way to mine
I dont give a **** what you talking bout
Angel of death in a boarded up town
You talk but, dont listen
Im going through, some weird ****t
You move to, the rhythm
Of the city, that we live in
I told you I aint no saint
But you wouldnt listen though
You wouldnt hear me no
Now Im dead end, dead end
I told you I aint no saint
But you wouldnt listen though
You wouldnt hear me no
Girls crazy