Saints
C.Macleod Lyrics
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Yeah
Glorified like a saint
They don’t make it look that hard
I could do the same from the scraps
Go that far, they say
But then we’re really setting it back far
I’m the kid to make it all better and catch your attention
They don’t make it look that hard
I could do the same from the scraps
Go that far, they say
But then we’re really setting it back far
I’m the kid to make it all better
So where have I been?
Jumanji.
Nah, it’s called 2020
Where every damn eye is upon me
The government, the people, my friends are despawning
Cause they just wanna ramble, I don’t feel like responding
everybody’s whining
Others are declining
Also me I’m fine, but that is not defining who I will be, or who I am now
I make all my music to keep people smiling
But I’ve been a baby a little bit
my soul is up late
Won’t you please sing her to sleep
I’m that kid that you see little bit
I’m walking around LA
Not making a peep
Bandana on me
Earbuds as always
Sunset boulevard
Tweakers and all of the tourists
Life was the purest, 'till we hit march, tested our endurance
to stay at home
All of our plans are burning, it’s the mood of a funeral, not a good mourning
I still release my album although it’s so boring
I try to bloom from it, my emotions are foreign
What happened to Minutes of Happiness?
And all of the goals that we already set
How can we handle cooping up like chickens
When our egos haven’t even landed yet?
Woah
Where's The Saint?
We need The Saint
It's not me
Nothing to lose when you’ve got blackening bruises
Nothing but healing will do the job, so deuces
Sayonara to my bullshit, no more excuses
Lemme take their style with mine and infuse it
Now it’s all adding up
No more trust, no more backing up
Steer my own race, no giving in, new practices, I don’t give a fuck
It’s boring to you, but your straw is narrow
They’re sucking up to the artists that get all the roaring,
They look at the pharaohs
They focus on fame, and not the mediocre
But I’m the between, and I’ve never been closer
At the end of the day it’s just to win the fight over
Who should have the exposure
So, eh.
Glorified like a saint
They don’t make it look that hard
I could do the same from the scraps
Go that far, they say
But then we’re really setting it back far
I’m the kid to make it all better and catch your attention
Glorified like a saint
They don’t make it look that hard
I could do the same from the scraps
Go that far, they say
But then we’re really setting it back far
I’m the kid to make it all better
Gonna write later
Fell asleep until 8 or 9
And now I’m stuck doing labor
On Labor Day
Really?
Right now I’m supposed to be dropping off blunts to my neighbor
When I was about to go, the blunts grew mouths
And they said hey there
Haha
When I’m on autopilot
My perception gets messy
Brain fizzy like Pepsi
Like always I’m silent
No, I don’t get many paper cuts
I’d be a paper chaser but
My soul is ready to go again
Wake her up
I won’t be done until I have a maker's mark, until I shake it up
My mixtapes are all ages and up
Fuck it
I'm just tryna show everybody
Woman or man
I’m ringing everybody’s phone
And I’m bringing all the handouts
The ones who can doubt me
Already ran out
The remaining ones try to be the best,
We’re naming the ones
From a bird's eyes view of the crowd, everyone rests
While the saints, they stand out.
Thank you
I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor, that’s not my business.
The song "Saints" by C.Macleod talks about the pressure of being in the public eye and the struggle of staying true to oneself while trying to satisfy the expectations of others. The lyrics suggest that the singer is trying to emulate the success of famous musicians and become a "saint" in the music industry. However, they acknowledge that it's not as easy as it seems, and they are willing to work hard to achieve their goals without compromising their identity. The singer also reflects on the chaos of 2020 and the challenges they faced in releasing their album and staying motivated. Despite the hardships, the singer remains hopeful and determined to succeed.
One interesting fact about "Saints" is that C.Macleod wrote it during the COVID-19 pandemic in 2020 while living in Los Angeles. The song was inspired by the isolation and uncertainty that the pandemic caused.
Another interesting fact is that the song references Jumanji, a popular movie about a board game that comes to life. The singer uses Jumanji as a metaphor for the chaos and unpredictability of 2020.
The line "Sayonara to my bullshit, no more excuses" is a reference to the Japanese word "sayonara," which means "goodbye."
The song also references "Minutes of Happiness," which is likely a reference to the Japanese concept of "ikigai," which means "a reason for being" or "a reason to wake up in the morning."
The line "My mixtapes are all ages and up" is a play on words that references the rating system for movies and music. C.Macleod is suggesting that his music is suitable for people of all ages.
The line "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor, that’s not my business" is a quote from Mahatma Gandhi, who famously rejected the idea of becoming India's emperor. C.Macleod is using the quote to reinforce the idea that success isn't necessarily measured by fame or power.
Overall, "Saints" is a deeply introspective and honest song that explores the challenges of pursuing a career in the music industry while staying true to oneself. The song's references to popular culture and current events make it a relatable and relevant commentary on the struggles of modern life.
Chords: Unfortunately, the chords for "Saints" by C.Macleod are not available at this time.
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Written by: Chandler Neville
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