Which Saint?

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Lord God, are you still here? (Ya, ya)
I know I act like I don't care (Don't care)
Priest saying "I ain't home there."
Life's a blessin' or unfair (aye)

I got food on my plate, good friends on my wake
I wanna pray, but which saint? (Which saint? Ah)
I got food on my plate, good friends on my wake
I wanna pray, but which saint? (Which saint?)

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Reading the Bible
Sang many recitals
Some believe in idols
Some believe revivals
Revisions come and go like society's ethics
Profession every move, like I study physics

I'm confused; my beliefs idle
Like I choose and cherry-pick a title that fits me
Looking for loop holes like a dirty lawyer
Serving only best tips like a greedy waiter (Ah)

I got food on my plate, good friends on my wake
I wanna pray but which saint? (Which saint?)
I got food on my plate, good friends on my wake
I wanna pray but which saint? (Which saint? Which saint?)

Roll of the dice could have been born in any body
My life's drawn ugly, I just colour pretty
I hope to God, no one ever looks too closely
I've traced in jagged lines, when my hands worry

My personality never stay in tact
Seems like I whisper what I have and screaming what I lack
My lullabies are crises lines to fall asleep
Tried calling my dreams, but lately she's been hard to reach

I got food on my plate, good friends on my wake
I wanna pray but which saint? (Which saint?)
I got food on my plate, good friends on my wake
I wanna pray but which saint? (Which saint? Which saint?)

Lord God, are still here? (Still here?)
I really hope that you still care (Still care)
I don't really feel like I'm home here (Home here)
Life's a blessin' or unfair

I got food on my plate, good friends on my wake
I wanna pray, but which saint? (Yeah!)
I got food on my plate, good friends on my wake
I wanna pray, but which saint? (Which saint? Which saint?)

When days are dark it's hard to see the scriptures
Given so many paths, one I picked had a rupture
A verse read like a road sign with a cryptic doubt
None of them a shortcut or a scenic route

I've prayed less cause I don't think I deserve it
Not reading a passage, think I'm wasting the knowledge
A different name, but circling' the same prophet
Live Life of Pi or live like an agnostic (Ah)

I got food plate, good friends on my wake
I wanna pray, but which saint? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got food plate, good friends on my wake
I wanna pray, but which saint? (Which saint?)

I got placed in this world
I didn't ask for a lesson
Just started class and I'm already suspended
Lord, should I see if there be something more to me?
I don't wanna play hero within conceited means

I still hope to be kind, and cleanse any hate
Really, I'm only as strong as my faith
When I stumble it's you that I wanna look up to
Win or lose, you're the only hope to get me through

I got food plate, good friends on my wake
I wanna pray, but which saint? (Yeah!)
I got food plate, good friends on my wake (Which saint? Which saint?)
I wanna pray, but which saint? (Which saint? Which saint?)

Yeah
I got food on my
Good friends on my
I wanna pray, but which saint? (Which saint? Which saint?)
I got food plate, good friends on my wake (yeah, yeah)
I wanna pray, but which saint? (Which saint? Which saint?)
Which saint? (Yeah)
Which saint? (Yeah)
Which saint? (Yeah)
Which saint? (Yeah)
I got food plate, good friends on my wake
I wanna pray, but which saint?



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Writer(s): Hilda Nguyen
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