No Saint

[Verse 1]

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

[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, no

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, 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

[Bridge]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Post-Chorus]

The city gets us all down sometimes

But if you're having fun, yeah

If you're having fun

[Verse 3]

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

[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, 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