Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I’m Not a Saint, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 29.07.2013
Song language: English
I’m Not a Saint |
| I’m not perfect |
| (I'm not a saint, oh my lord) |
| That ain’t right |
| Animosity surround me |
| And it’s all because I found me |
| How deceptive can the clown be |
| Enough to leave frowns upon the face of those who found me |
| So much evil in my mind state |
| Many think that they can define Yates |
| But cannot tame the wicked primate |
| Who preach his sinful thoughts and lead the listeners on blind faith |
| I didn’t mean to hurt a soul here |
| But my inner demon has no fear |
| Of making choices that’ll make you pour tears |
| Black transparent flies show me that the soul’s near |
| I see 'em then they disappear quickly |
| Cause this be some other shadows signaling the sickly? |
| Forgive me |
| Good people, I gotta let them know before they pick me |
| I tell them |
| (I'm not a saint) No. (oh my lord) |
| I’m crying out |
| (Oh my Lord!) |
| I’m crying out. |
| (Oh my Lord!) |
| That ain’t right! |
| Brian Dennis was in love with her |
| I exchanged kisses and hugs with her |
| I never should’ve but I dugged in her |
| Never say no names but her thang was that she loved pictures |
| Another nigga told my nigga |
| His reply to me was «Why nigga?» |
| I learned my vices, they divide niggas |
| Had a chance to say I’m sorry and then he died |
| Man… |
| So hurt that I couldn’t stand |
| Meanwhile my dark blob expands |
| And touching my loved ones dissolving their helping hands |
| My heart loves |
| My brain takes |
| They never know they steppin' with a date |
| I put a gun to my insane face |
| That way your loving hearts I can’t break |
| Black transparent flies again |
| Could be spots on your eyes my friend |
| I thought that the love was gonna win |
| But now I see that I’m stuck in here to see the evil rise again |
| My brain is so gung-ho |
| This all started when I was young though |
| This thing I won’t keep running from so: |
| I got molested by my seven-grade teacher Mrs. |
| That ain’t right! |
| Damn… To the people who love me, I apologize for me back then. |
| I was intoxicated, I was on drugs, now there’s a new me. |
| Now let’s turn up. |