Lyrics:
ain't hotter than the sun out in barstow
Seven six O is my post west coasting head to the beach stay wavy by the ocean
Head on a swivel cause times ain't
world, but we all start out small
Inside this silence see, all are free all are free
Second time around
Inside this silence see, all are free all are
the lives we touch, the lives we touch are our own
We pray, Lord, that we're able to stay focused and not be distracted by the obstacles the devil places in
you know
Talking to the one, who ain't never get reprimanded
My first roll came out 7, I ain't have no second chances
Hate when bitches think they know
it
Got your lucky number, ain't no seven in it
Grab life by the horn, just give me eight seconds
Already scraped my plate, but you lookin' like
... got to be an addiction with me!" (Aaahhhh... nothin' like it!)
Hey, beautiful, beautiful! Last one got 'em!
"30 rounds in one and a half seconds
friends elite
Issa privilege to have
Access to me for free
I'm tryna keep in touch
But stay out of reach
Ya gonna be inspired
Or intimidated by me
I don't
your toast
By your third year in you, forgotten by most
Niggaz wife cut them out of they life, niggaz don't write
Friends actin' like they don't be
to move on, yeah
I said time goes by, tryin' to keep you as a friend, yeah, yeah, yeah
Call me 'round seven, I'll roll up a little somethin' to smoke
call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
Ass out in the bleachers stay shittin'
My last attempt to reach out and touch the one to call
My phone's been cut off and bills are pilin up so high
I'm on this ledge and fully prepared
and walked on the moon
But time is still a mystery
We tried to label time by
Creating numbers and digit's
Seconds and minutes and hours
Are all just figments
light on that
I'm Tom Forch's Fordabush for Tom Forch's Fordabush
That's Tom Forch's Fordabush Fordabushin' for forty years
Yeah Yeah yeah
I have seven
Bale and Zizu is my coach on the pitch I ain't playing nigga
Let it breathe for a second (Yeah)
I'm watchu get when you collect all the seven Dragons
hands to myself ion even gotta touch em
You might not want too but on the low you still gotta trust em
To be they self it's gone hurt more cause you be
told you your bars were never the standard
I love myself way too much
You out of touch way too much
You out of pocket too much
You want my pocket? you
told you your bars were never the standard
I love myself way too much
You out of touch way too much
You out of pocket too much
You want my pocket? you
block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle
way back
And hold out on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that, yo did they say that?
Yo, did he say that?
know, step by step; step by step.
You take that first step; ask her out and treat her like a lady.
Second step: tell her she's the one you're
shinin' up my reptiles
Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him dead by four P.M.
Call me Los Kevorkian
[Chorus (Ayana M.):]
Some do
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
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