[Intro/Chorus]
I’m an American Saint,
Pray in Dior, bleed in paint.
Made mistakes, still I rise,
Turn my chaos into praise.
They say I’m lost, but I’m found in the noise,
Heaven an extra life for the boys.
Yeah, I’m an American Saint,
Still sinnin’, still saved.
[Verse 2]
They quote my lows, ignore my climb,
Rewrite scripture with my lines.
I built an altar outta stage lights,
Turn my trauma into basslines.
Every rumor, every scar,
Just another sample for the bar.
You want truth? It’s never clean,
It’s grace inside the in-between.
[Chorus]
I’m an American Saint,
Pray in Dior, bleed in paint.
Made mistakes, still I rise,
Turn my chaos into praise.
They say I’m lost, but I’m found in the noise,
Heaven an extra life for the boys.
Yeah, I’m an American Saint,
Still sinnin’, still saved.
[Bridge]
If I fall, let it sound like drums,
If I rise, let the choir hum.
Ain’t perfect — just chosen,
My faith still frozen.
But I thaw in the booth,
Every verse is proof.
[Final Chorus]
I’m an American Saint,
Pray in Dior, bleed in paint.
No choir left, just echoes fade,
But my soul still hits replay.
Yeah, I’m an American Saint,
Still sinnin’, still saved.