[Verse 1] Oh, they twist my words in quotations Like I need any more motivation (No more) 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
[Pre-Chorus] 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
[Chorus] Woah, I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen though 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 back home, her 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, yeah 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 though You wouldn't hear me, no And now I'm better than then I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen though You wouldn't hear me, no
[Post-Chorus] The city gets us all down sometimes But if you're having fun, yeah You're having fun
[Verse 3] If you're having fun, you're not wasting time You're not crazy, get crazy, it's a crazy life You're like my lady, but you're not ladylike Smoking haze 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
[Pre-Chorus] 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
[Chorus] I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen though You wouldn't hear me, no And now I'm better than then I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen though You wouldn't hear me, noTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
