Self righteous crusader, don't care what you don't do You talk the straight edge but you walk the crooked mile Don't misjudge me 'cause I ain't on trial
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self-righteous crusader don't care what you don't do you talk the straight edge, but you walk the crooked mile don't misjudge me, cause i ain't on trial
pain all in vain so he can close the door Lift her up to watch her fall, her broken heart grows numb Laughing as it all unfolds, Self-righteous grudging
It's just like trickery! Breaking me down A fistful of lies, Dressed up in disguise, And make no mistake, I know they're all so fake, they're all so fake My self-righteous
this Through it all I've learned so much about you What a dirty shame So blinding a self righteous point of view How many fingers is this You can't take it all
what's my master plan. What makes you think that it includes you? Self-Righteous wealth. Stop flattering yourself, cause when the smoke clears here I am Your reject all
praise to the righteous, we need to guide us, get prepared..to.. go..if you're like us, calling all riders, roll up beside is, no place to hide us, all
blind; you act like you own me I preach the same Christ, the same grace, the blood saves, abundantly above all that we ask or think, freely, don't grieve me, Pain me with self righteousness
fade away the shake up (You wanted to) Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? (You wanted to) I don't think you trust In my self-righteous suicide
poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your
it funny how you born and then your life begins Just like a baby all alone, that's if you wasn't a twin You must begin to fend for self when the umbilical
you who have so little To you who don't have anything at all We who have so much more than any one man does need And you who don't have anything at all
know (Wait) That's Weezy's daughter (So don't mess with her bro'!) Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of cars Signin' out Young Money, D-town's all
go as long as we can We're back again what goes around Comes around You wanna go You know that we're down As long as we can We're self-righteous hypocrites
only be happy As the only one left Now you're knocking on my door Cause you killed all the rest Oh, the self righteous wrongness What a prophetic mess
