Lyrics:
to push the pram a lot.
ARTHUR: Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot -- it is
a silly place. Right.
Scene 7
GOD: Arthur! Arthur, King
pointer lead em die way
Seven seven seven seven seven seven keep em leading right way
Never call myself by my rap name I only write nigga
Only ride wit it
pave the way
I fade away into these backwoods I ain’t talkin bout no scenic route
This life done gave me lemons so you know I had to squeeze on you
Lil
out the La Quinta
To the Eight One Five
Shawty wanna fuck with me she know Imma go getta
Seven Seven Nine
Never got a hand out, no co-signs from no
instrumental refrain.
Seven different members,
Meaning seven different names,
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals
different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals reamin
Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks 'cause I haven't changed.
Yo I ?? represent.
No
the sun so bright and red?
D9 Dm6 Cdim B7
He's been up and ridin' high, but you just let the time go by,
D9
get my spirit
My Only lesson?
How to suppress my depression
Will it lessen?
Or just regress my progression
You've come a long way
And it's time
I've calculated my steps
Making sure I don't regress to my old ways
Hated when I'd second guess
Talking all under my breath ain't have no faith
I relax
I de stress
Can’t regress
No bs (No)
I be high
By myself by myself yeah by myself by myself by myself
They like seeing me shine like seein my
G7
I wanna talk about how we perform a whole symphony
Am Dm G7
Led by
often than not, there ain't no other way, Seven Second Delay
the best
And we moving backwards, no fast forward
I can’t help but see the way you act towards it
If it’s a flight or late night, I can see in your eyes, you
matter the weather
Elevatin day by day, ain't no body on my way
Getting closer to success
Never gonna regress
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
to payin your way, 'cause this music shit ain't about money, fame, name or game
- It's the way you play, the way you sway, sacrifices made, come on and roll
I'm losing control
I told myself I would never regress to this behavior but look at me now
I'm a clown, I'm the laughing stock, ain't no way around it
Smoker session live resin 24/7
Ya, 27 tryna reach an empty heaven
Tired every fucking second
My stress was just a blessing in disguise
Counting seconds fore we pass the finish line
In my eyes, I was rapping to survive
If I don’t speak my mind
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
Day
Ten, let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for
Depart from the norm, completing a born to born
from opportunity, comes a thunderstorm
that sets in, tricked by the trickster
The only way out is DJ,
I tried to tell 'em I'm the shit, but they told us, "no way"
With no cuts, they're like a barber, they're about to catch fades
My number one rule is
Day
Ten, let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for
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