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All Saints No More Lies

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

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'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

: 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

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

in your ears are boldfaced lies That scream like the gulls in that smoke stained amber sky (chorus) Fly back to the nest if it helps at all Saint Mary

I wish I was a little more clear headed so I could paste the pieces of last night I try not to regret it sifting through the laughter and the lies I

s all yours now, she's all yours, all yours All yours now, she's all yours, all yours All yours now, she's all yours, all yours All yours now, she's all

soul Everyone needs to forget upon re-entry Orbiting space quantum saints, we're the only Beginning from a planet so naturally Gifted in the heart lies