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Saint Holy Rollin

full attach [Chorus:] You got me holy rollin' now You got my feet on the track And your loves coming down No I'm never going back You got me holy rollin

it is Find the good way and walk in it, walk on Saints of old and streets of gold Will gaze upon His throne Singin' holy, holy God of glory We'll worship

brides for seven sinners What do we need? Hollers, guns, and rolling oats What do we have? Seven brides for seven sinners What do we need? Father, son, and holy

was one of us? Just a slob like one of us Just a stranger on the bus Tryin' to make his way home? Just tryin' to make his way home Just like a holy rollin

, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah What if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us? (Slave) Just a stranger on the bus Tryin' to make His way home Like a holy rollin

not Oh yeah they phony im not I east side walk it out I bring New Orleans out I am a saints fan Oh yea we marchin now Like were a saints band I play

and made some brand new friends Started my life all over again Now some of them are saints and some of them are sinners I'm still searchin' for a way to be a winner I roll

thizzin backwoods let the hoe choose it she got the game backwards touchdown ima inzone dance any town i arrive ima frisco mac cant roll hash the gift got my bank rolled

poison in the font The nail in the coffin of the profane I am the lot Maniacal the fire That weaves inside my soul When dripping tongues of hate Envenomed, roll