Intro Yeah Vegas in my blood, red dirt on my name Still got a wild streak, just a holier flame I come from the kind of town that can swallow a soul Now I’m walkin’ with a standard carved deep in my bones Verse 1 I was raised where the lights make a young boy mean Where the rich get loud and the sins stay clean Where the dice stay hot and the hearts go cold And a dream gets sold before a man gets old I seen too much shine not to question gold Too much fake-ass love not to trust the cold Too many smiles with a blade in the back So I learned how to move with my soul in black Now I got Oklahoma on my chest and my mind on fire Got a whole new weight and a whole new wire Ain’t that five-star kid just chasin’ the cheers Now the name I chose got a thousand ears And they all want somethin’ Want a quote, want a piece Want me clean for the cameras, want the rough edges brief But I ain’t built polished, I’m a storm with a code I still got some hell in me, I just know where to go Pre-Chorus Yeah, I got scars from the city Got faith from the flame Got a past that still bites And a future callin’ my name I ain’t sayin’ I’m righteous I’m just sayin’ I changed I’m a sinner with a standard I’m a saint in the rain Chorus I’m a Sin City saint with red dirt on my name Still got smoke in my lungs, still got fire in my veins I came out the bright lights, but I don’t move the same Now I carry somethin’ holy through the heat and the pain Sin City saint Half halo, half rage Still got sin in my story Still got God on the page From the desert to the crimson I done walked through that flame I’m a Sin City saint With red dirt on my name Verse 2 Now the pressure hit different when the dream gets real When the choice turn solid and the bloodline seal When the logos stop callin’ and the work starts talkin’ And every damn step got the whole world watchin’ I got ghosts in the walls and some gold in my past Got a girl in my thoughts and a future movin’ fast Got Vegas in my swagger, Norman in my chest Got a war in my spirit and I still want the best Ashley still cross my mind when the night gets slow Like a soft damn spark in a storm I know She remind me there’s more than the noise and the fame But love can’t carry a man if he ain’t carryin’ his name So I stand where I chose with my jaw set tight Tryna walk that line between dark and right Between all I come from and all I could be Still rough as hell, but a little more free Pre-Chorus Yeah, I got scars from the city Got faith from the flame Got a past that still bites And a future callin’ my name I ain’t sayin’ I’m righteous I’m just sayin’ I changed I’m a sinner with a standard I’m a saint in the rain Chorus I’m a Sin City saint with red dirt on my name Still got smoke in my lungs, still got fire in my veins I came out the bright lights, but I don’t move the same Now I carry somethin’ holy through the heat and the pain Sin City saint Half halo, half rage Still got sin in my story Still got God on the page From the desert to the crimson I done walked through that flame I’m a Sin City saint With red dirt on my name Bridge I ain’t clean I ain’t cured I just found somethin’ real enough to endure Ain’t no angel Ain’t no fraud Just a hardhead boy still talkin’ to God With some dust on my boots And some blood in my grin Tryna honor the road while outrunnin’ my sins And if that sounds rough That’s ‘cause grace ain’t tame Sometimes salvation shows up lookin’ a lot like pain Breakdown Yeah Blacktop prayers Backroad creed Neon ghosts and a heart that bleed Gold-boy past Crimson road Tryna carry that fire without losin’ my soul Final Chorus I’m a Sin City saint with red dirt on my name Still got smoke in my lungs, still got fire in my veins I came out the bright lights, but I don’t move the same Now I carry somethin’ holy through the heat and the pain Sin City saint Half halo, half rage Still got sin in my story Still got God on the page From the desert to the crimson I done walked through that flame I’m a Sin City saint With red dirt on my name Outro Yeah Vegas made the fighter Norman gave it aim Now I walk like a man Who done baptized his name Still got vice in my memory Still got purpose in my pace Sin City saint Tryna make the fire mean grace
