Francis, Sage - Diamonds And Pearls Lyrics






Surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls
But a song about a girl, ain't really about a girl
Got a two-way vanity mirror, I'm an amity villain
With a peeping tom complex

You're just a soul collector
You keep putting 'em in a trash bag
Push 'em in a shopping cart…
Go and act sad

When there's none left to collect
So you go on and make more
But wait, what you lose them to the state for?

The next time you see me
It'll be through plexiglass
There ain't no bail outs in this jail house
Ain't no more petty cash

Easy come, easy go
A penny saved, a penny earned
And I've learned life is cliché
One of these days you get what you deserve

Surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls
But the song about a girl, ain't really about a girl
Got a 2-way vanity mirror
Firing a blind eye I turn from an 800-pound gorilla

In the midst of misdirected anger
False blood can run thinner than icy water
Watch the fang-banger
flirt with the Death-star

I cried by your bedside
Decided right then and there to pretend you were alive
Maybe, baby lie to me, invade my privacy
Have the decency to say bye, after taking the pride

Domestic piracy
You ran out of family plunder
And launch pads to crash,
so when you're done playing dumb, empty the trash

We're looking for our lives back, we wish we could have saved yours
There's nothing we can buy back, cause everything was paid off
I found you in a pawn shop, you were stuck behind a glass case
I watched as the cost dropped, puppy dog sad face

Put a down payment on my meal plan, just to see your shit eating grin
Save the frown for when you need to shed your skin,
Selling bullshit shells to yourself, the layers coming off
Economic failed, professional victim of sale cutting costs

Charity case, don't ask me to donate
You axe murdered your soul mate
My backs hurting from an tax burden
Pull your own weight

A punching bag for hire, every minute there's a sucker bet,
So what's the over and under you'll rise up from the debt.
With the complexion of a ghost
The resurrection was a hoax, but 2000 years later it's like nobody knows…
If you think you're slick enough to turn a trick and spin the story just cause Jesus is your fair-weather pimp
and you caught me praying with my fingers crossed
So I shuffled up the deck, is this the card that you picked?
Well if not, how about this?
Missionary ain’t a job, it’s a position, so assume it
a victimless crime watch dog has an owner that’s abusive

Now isn’t that ironic? With one hand in my pocket
And the other choking out the street corner prophet
Uncrossed my fingers and said look at me when I’m talking dear
I ain’t mad at you, and that’s the only miracle here

I ain’t mad at you…

I’m surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls
But a song about a girl, ain't really about a girl





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  1. N.... K....

    No Sage... grace is not a virtue. It's a gift from God.

  2. N.... O....

    Grace is a baby.

  3. N.... T....

    Hook:
    Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace
    Grace is a little girl who wouldn’t wash her face
    Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean
    Between two extremes, one of excess, one of deficiencies
    Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty stain
    Cleanliness is next to godliness and isn’t worth the pain
    Grace is a virtue, virtue of the pageant
    And this is not a love ballad

    Verse 1:
    You suggested Lithium to get me better again
    That is unless if we, uhm, get together again
    But that ain’t gonna happen, never again
    Send my well wishes to your nutritionist
    Your dietician, your pharmacist
    Your personal trainer and your accomplices
    Your partners in thought crime
    Your criminal group thinking doctors online
    There is a difference between what is and isn’t
    Business and friendship
    Parental assistance and an assistant
    A permanent solution and a quick-fix
    A fit body and sound mind
    A hundred hour weeks, and dangerous amounts of downtime
    You got a lot to offer, but you’re not an author
    If I kill your persecution complex that don’t make you a martyr
    Drop the styrofoam cross, you can’t walk on water
    You could use it for floatation, not a flying saucer
    You suggested professional help like I wasn’t mentally well
    What I was feeling wasn’t meant to be felt
    Duly noted, you’ll be quoted in the eulogy
    It’ll be passed off as poetry between you and me
    I know you know the difference between confession and conjecture
    Prosity and needing to be lectured to a meet up
    The student becomes the teacher, the son becomes a parent
    From a scab to teamster, the sun becomes apparent
    From a chemical imbalance to a litany of habits
    And this is not a love ballad

    Verse 2:
    You should drown me in that womanhood and teach me how to swim
    Beat me with my own hands and tie down my limbs
    Suffer for my sins or let me suffer from within
    But in the end this is not a love ballad
    We can battle with tattoos to cover up the bruises
    The first to show any sign of discomfort loses
    For the first time in a long time you’re not who my muse is
    And this is not a love ballad
    I’m not thirsty, I just got hungry eyes, you look appetizing
    And from a distant stare broken eye contact in disrepair
    Sometimes I disappear, but now you see me
    A part Irish goodbye, other part Harry Houdini
    Put my feet to the fire, I got Satan on my heels
    If it’s all about prestige, just wait for the reveal
    I got a new bag of tricks to turn, a new black magic woman bitch to burn
    So much for live and learn

    Hook:
    Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace
    Grace is a little girl who wouldn’t wash her face
    Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean
    Between two extremes, one of excess, one of deficiencies
    Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty stain
    Cleanliness is next to godliness and isn’t worth the pain
    Grace is a virtue, virtue of the pageant
    And this is not a love ballad

    Outro:
    Is a music box that haunts me from the top-shelf of the bedroom closet
    I don’t touch it, it just cuddles with my conscience
    I’m on constant guard, jittery the whole night
    Clinging the sheets because it sings to me slow like
    And that’s her song running through an hourglass
    Built with two wine bottles that I found in a flower patch
    Planting it in quicksand, refusing to sink fast
    Abusing me slow, I hear the music and I think back
    Before the fall, before the set up
    Before the interest in sex even developed
    I fell in love with distance as an ex’s best friend
    There used to be revenge, but i couldn’t see no end
    So I had to switch the lens in and focus on some flesh
    No more clinging to old threads

  4. L.... D....

    He kinda reminds me of Buck 65... I like it.

    L.... D....

    Donivan Sinden omg you like buck??? I've never known anyone new who knows buck, & you actually like his music too? Amazing. You made my day!💕💞

  5. K.... U....

    Great mix..

  6. F.... S....

    Classic.


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