No Saint

Oh, they twist my words and quotations (they do)

Like I need any more motivation (Melbourne)

I had no class, no money, no lady

Ex-pizza boy, now I'm throwin' dough crazy

Crazy, no words can explain the lack of fucks I give

These rappers need to suck my dick 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 don't listen, I'm going through some weird shit

You move to the rhythm of the city that we live in

Woah, I told you I ain't no saint

But you wouldn't listen, no

You wouldn't hear me, no

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

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

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

The city gets us all down sometimes

But if you're having fun, yeah

If you're having fun

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 fuck what you talking about

Angel of death in a boarded-up town

You talk but don't listen, I'm going through some weird shit

You move to the rhythm of the city that we live in

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