City Saint Lyrics - Cory Liner

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 

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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 

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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