No Saint Lyrics

[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
[ Lyrics from: http://www.cloverlyrics.com/e124095-allday~no_saint_lyrics.html ]
[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