City Saint

Verse 1 -
we are in the highlands
keeping our stress levels low
night time driving
my brain is about to implode

we have only got these few streets
bikers pedaling
the cliques awake at a party
us urban kids start meddling

every single weekend i walk in the streets
to receive all my totalities
every single weekend I'm reminded of the white eyes who comes home to dwell

but it ain't funny
we ain't your mommy's

picking up the slack
of the teams you held back
with your juice boys

Chorus -
baby sugar got my back
you see my outer palms
bringing new intriguing friends
we've got cool plans
cliques are for weaklings
show and tell
all your brothers
about your fake hell

Drop -
sleeping with his sports team
boy is it profound
got someone who lets me clown now

Verse 2-
We are in the highlands
got besties windows cracked
music is blaring
dirty words to cringe us slacked ("fuck me daddy!")

every one of em staring at us
giving us a blood face
16 in the back seat screaming
fine because we ain't
something the clique can taint

Chorus -
baby sugar got my back
you see my outer palms
bringing new intriguing friends
we've got cool plans
cliques are for weaklings
show and tell
all your brothers
about your fake hell

Break -
it may seem like I'm bitter but i really ain't
you're all lame ass fu*kin losers
i'm a city saint

Drop

Chorus -
baby sugar got my back
you see my outer palms
bringing (bringin x5) new intriguing friends
we've got cool plans
cliques are for weaklings
show and tell
all your brothers (youre a brother)
about your fake hell (your fu*kin fake hell)

Post Chorus Ending -
we are in the highlands we cannot be tainted
we are in the highlands we cannot be tainted
we are in the highlands, we are in the highlands
we cannot be tainted

Break Ending -
it may seem like I'm bitter but i really ain't (no no)
you're all lame ass fu*kin losers
we are city saints