by Digital Summer on album Counting The Hours

Playing the saint [Verse One] Maybe I want you to hate me Sick of your point of view I hope you choke on the irony That you’re criticizing me When you’re the one too blind to see The fore

by Chuck Inglish feat. Sir Michael Rocks & Polyester the Saint on album Convertibles

Pop my trunk on 'em Looking like I got a bunch of dope on me Sitting at the light got police scoping Cause these folks shouldn't have that much gold on 'em They want a young nigga photo so I pose for

by Chuck Inglish feat. Sir Michael Rocks & Polyester the Saint on album Easily (feat. Mac Miller & Ab Soul)

Pop my trunk on 'em Looking like I got a bunch of dope on me Sitting at the light got police scoping Cause these folks shouldn't have that much gold on 'em They want a young nigga photo so I pose for

by Freddie Gibbs & Madlib featuring Ab-Soul and Polyester The Saint on album Piñata

Nigga, fuck it, 77 Cutlass I move my ass to Cali with my Indiana bucket I need to slap a wet one on the frame, a little rusty They call my shit a scraper in the bay bitches love it And I'm choking on

by Neil Young on album Live At the Cellar Door

by Stonewall on album Victims of Evil

Greed and injustice are ruling our lives Hate and corruption are governating us all Violence and pain are controlling our fate There's no religion, peace is replaced by fear A merciless leader i

by Armored Saint on album March Of The Saint

You're the youth bangers, fight forever more Raise your golden hammer, bring it down like Thor Ooh, the force is going to bring us victory No foe or rival will stop the energy It's a vital mistake To

by Robin Trower on album Victims of the Fury

You were all the rays of sunlight Shinin' gold to me Every color of the rainbow I was blessed by her decree You were every moment's magic Joy beyond compare You were all the rays of sunlight I was lo

by Robin Trower on album Victims of the Fury

You were all the rays of sunlight Shinin' gold to me Every color of the rainbow I was blessed by her decree You were every moment's magic Joy beyond compare You were all the rays of sunlight I was lo

by Robin Trower on album Caravans to Midnight / Victims of the Fury

You were all the rays of sunlight Shinin' gold to me Every color of the rainbow I was blessed by her decree You were every moment's magic Joy beyond compare You were all the rays of sunlight I was lo

by Alabama 3 on album Speed of the Sound of Loneliness

Everybody gotta run sometime now I come home late, come home early Come home big when I'm feelin' small Come home straight, come home fucked up Sometimes I don't come home at all What in the world h

by Alabama 3 on album Speed of the Sound of Loneliness

Everybody gotta run sometime now I come home late, come home early Come home big when I'm feelin' small Come home straight, come home fucked up Sometimes I don't come home at all What in the world h

by Alabama 3 on album Speed of the Sound of Loneliness

Everybody gotta run sometime now I come home late, come home early Come home big when I'm feelin' small Come home straight, come home fucked up Sometimes I don't come home at all What in the world h

by Alabama 3 on album Speed of the Sound of Loneliness

Everybody gotta run sometime now I come home late, come home early Come home big when I'm feelin' small Come home straight, come home fucked up Sometimes I don't come home at all What in the world h

by Alabama 3 on album Speed of the Sound of Loneliness

Everybody gotta run sometime now I come home late, come home early Come home big when I'm feelin' small Come home straight, come home fucked up Sometimes I don't come home at all What in the world h

by Gary Moore on album Victims of the Future

Searching each day for the answers, watching our hopes disappear. Set on a course for disaster, living our lives in fear. Our leaders leave us in confusion. For them there's only one solution. Caught

by Words Of Farewell on album My Share of Loneliness

Don't look back or blame it on your guiding hands As you feel the rising wind on your face Telling stories of what could have been In which no comfort is to be found, but doubt and despair This dead e

by Nanci Griffith on album Sound of Loneliness

You come home late And you come home early You come on big When you're feelin' small You come home straight And you home curly Sometimes you just don't come home at all So what in the world's come ov

by Son of Kick on album Playing The Villain

I really don't play your game, haters! I'm here for the bass kill I'm here for the bass kill I'm here for the bass kill I'm here for the bass kill bass-bass-bass-bass-bass-bass-bass b-b-b Spit venom g

by Son of Kick on album Playing the Villain

I really don't play your game, haters! I'm here for the bass kill I'm here for the bass kill I'm here for the bass kill I'm here for the bass kill bass-bass-bass-bass-bass-bass-bass b-b-b Spit venom g