Saint Turned Sinner
Jesus Christ
Really done wasted half of my life
Trying to control what's on the inside
But the truth is I don't wanna fight it
No more, no more
Don't be surprised
The inside of my soul dark as the night
Stay away from the light, wanted to hide
Afraid what they might say
Look at me sideways
This is the way I was not raised
Done did an about face
Imma saint turned sinner
Taking off my mask
Imma saint turned sinner
Product of my past
Imma saint turned sinner
Devil done took control of me
Don't be afraid of whatchu 'bout to see
No angel I rather be a sinner
Why in the world you want this life
I had it good, but it was all a lie
I was
Struggling, but now I can decide
For sure, for sure
Never was the type to obey the rules
No control, stop telling me what to do
You acting like you love your life, but you dying inside
What the hell you tryna prove
No good it's all bad, yeah
No more lying it's a fact, yeah
Gave all that I had, yeah
The cat's out the bag, yeah
Whatever
Imma saint turned sinner
Taking off my mask
Imma saint turned sinner
Product of my past
Imma saint turned sinner
Devil done took control of me
Don't be afraid of whatchu 'bout to see
No angel I rather be a sinner
Anything that you want
Just say the word and it's yours
This battle ain't the Lord's
It's yours
Really done wasted half of my life
Trying to control what's on the inside
But the truth is I don't wanna fight it
No more, no more
Don't be surprised
The inside of my soul dark as the night
Stay away from the light, wanted to hide
Afraid what they might say
Look at me sideways
This is the way I was not raised
Done did an about face
Imma saint turned sinner
Taking off my mask
Imma saint turned sinner
Product of my past
Imma saint turned sinner
Devil done took control of me
Don't be afraid of whatchu 'bout to see
No angel I rather be a sinner
Why in the world you want this life
I had it good, but it was all a lie
I was
Struggling, but now I can decide
For sure, for sure
Never was the type to obey the rules
No control, stop telling me what to do
You acting like you love your life, but you dying inside
What the hell you tryna prove
No good it's all bad, yeah
No more lying it's a fact, yeah
Gave all that I had, yeah
The cat's out the bag, yeah
Whatever
Imma saint turned sinner
Taking off my mask
Imma saint turned sinner
Product of my past
Imma saint turned sinner
Devil done took control of me
Don't be afraid of whatchu 'bout to see
No angel I rather be a sinner
Anything that you want
Just say the word and it's yours
This battle ain't the Lord's
It's yours
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Writer(s): Michael Freeman
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