Saints (feat. Sincere) Video (MV)

Draw the blinds, hun
Widow shopping-checks her reflection, I set up on the narrow sill
Enjoys watching herself but acts embarrassed still
In front the cocked Canon, which winces while the barrel fills
In a green tint-Jack and Jill on that Paris Hil
Sex tape, bed eyes gleaming, sex slave for the time being
Lap dance, hands tied, get free or I'll die dreaming
Her ass lifted, divine demon. Wax dripping
Dark Knight in a black fitted, last Gotham city rogue who acts twisted
Past lifted, we crash land. I smashed in like a masked man
On my last stand. Her cash band, ankle bracelet unfastened
Put her soul up for adoption. Would've sold it for a profit
A prophet with a box cutter. Yeah, hold up in the cockpit
My hostage in bondage, on bail bond for a locket
Givenchy locksmith, we get it popping in the hospice
Abroad in a hostel, couple grams from London
Abandoned wedding band on the runway
Leave the Samsung running, Saint
Rather die with the sinners than cry with the saints
Got my mind on the winter with my eye on the rays
Yeah, our days are full of those things not even your closest friends should know
Our nights are even worse, so grab your gun, let's go to church
Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints
Killing all the Saints
Black-gold links clink, I'm drinking in your name
Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints
Killing all the Saints
Black-gold paint sprays the ceiling of my brain
Mirrors for vanity, dressing room full of Darwinists
With red lipstick like bloody lips from licking Karma's wrists
Birth control for breakfast, your pimp is your consciousness
But I'll wipe your mouth with that dollar bill that you starved for, bitch.
Small pond princess, practiced pirouettes in meadows
'Til haunted by the overarching silhouette of stilettos
Achilles heel stirs up Mai Tais, in sheer lace top thigh highs
God, time flies when the light blinds her defined lined, dark lime eyes
Trade your corset for a stage name, you're accustomed to the costume
There's 5 girls in a dark room, trying to get paid, but it costs you (Girl)
Slid off the pole-I caught you. Sold your soul-I bought you
Real quick, make your heels click. No judges here-pay law school
Hopped off the Horse, she's on that horse and carriage still
But don't know how to let go the pole on the carousel (Now that's real)
Six inch pedestal parallel to the powdered trail
I sniffed out. Sit down, slip her a bill, like "How that power feel?"
Rather die with the sinners than cry with the saints
Got my mind on the winter with my eye on the rays
Yeah, our days are full of those things not even your closest friends should know
Our nights are even worse, so grab your gun, let's go to church
Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints
Killing all the Saints
Black-gold links clink, I'm drinking in your name
Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints
Killing all the Saints
Black-gold paint sprays the ceiling of my brain
You're a big girl, you know one thing leads to another
Wore your heart on your sleeves, now it bleeds in my covers
You expect me to understand when your overreact
I wrote a song on letting go that's holding you back
She's better than this, but who am I to speak
Got a vendetta with wrists, I seen her suicide in sheets
Lent my Beretta with hesitance, said "Let her do and die in peace"
But I think this martyr needs a lesson in losing thy beliefs
That passage perilous. Quick living when bumps fade
Shit-grinning derelicts-save the sinning for Sunday
Our foreplay is gunplay. Wedding band on the runway
Middle finger-f*cking, f*ck it, we all burn in Hell one day
Rather die with the sinners than cry with the saints
Got my mind on the winter with my eye on the rays
Yeah, our days are full of those things not even your closest friends should know
Our nights are even worse, so grab your gun, let's go to church
Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints
Killing all the Saints
Black-gold links clink, I'm drinking in your name
Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints
Killing all the Saints
Black-gold paint sprays the ceiling of my brain