The Saints Lyrics

by Andy Mineo

[Verse 1: Andy Mineo]
I don't know but I've been told when the saints come marching in we roll
So deep that they can't believe we sold out seats and them cd's
Please don't sleep on the beat I... beat up these
Still don't get it would you keep up please
We ain't no heroes for sale, if you bought one better keep your receipts
OK I get it, I know what they thinking
We some Kumbaya singing corny Christians keep your disses
Buy a ticket to a concert, pay a visit, think it's odd
We dem blues brothers 116 on a mission from God
I don't think they get it I really think what they gotta do
Is see it to believe it, I wasn't planning on leaving them
Gimme the microphone with no gimmicks I'm really living it's authentic
I may not condone it but I don't condemn it
If you ever wanna get it well tell 'em to come and get it
I point 'em to a God and we tell 'em we really with Him
They thinkin' that I'm trippin' cause I'm livin'
For more than just rappin' but that's what happens when

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[Hook]
Oh when the saints go marchin' in...

[Verse 2: KB]
Oh no, here they go go
Them boys sold out no promo
Tell me give em 2 years it'll go cold
But they words got ate like Ocho
I'ma keep it 300
In the streets probably wanna see us stoned
But we in it we in it we live it we live it our God gon' do what He want
We fragrant the aroma is that our God saves
Married to the Rock and I'm faithful
To take these words Beyonce
Don't it feel like we famous
That the world will know what are name is
But heaven knows us baby and that book of life is that A list, so I bow
I'm so rich and I ain't talkin' bout cheddar
But I bank on Christ go and talk to the teller
And the checks that I get I'll be cashing forever
Bad for the saints I gotta get going
They be lackin' the pain that make us straight
Man we ain't lackin' a thing racked in the faith
Paid by the blood of the lamb, debt is paid
Debt is paid

[Hook]
Oh when the saints go marchin' in...

[Verse 3: Trip Lee]
Now I don't know what you've been told about us, 'bout us
But we gon' love 'em even though they doubt us, doubt us
We just visiting like we some out of towners
Got em asking us how does this God turn y'all into shouters (like hold up)
We don't really think we better, call us perfect no never
But we glad to be call saints cause Paul called us that in them letters
We set apart for the Savior, He's led our heart to the Maker
Forget the art that we making if we never love our neighbors
You might catch us whistling, marked to the spot straight glistening
Shining cause we filled with Him, you might wanna listen in
Messiah came down then He reigned and He rose
Here yeah they go with this again
That's what makes us love our neighbors
We not in some pit of sin

[Hook]
Oh when the saints go marchin' in...