Lyrics:
love in seven weeks or more
I wondered if that little bird won't land here no more
You can't count tears in the ocean
In the dying days of June
(They seek) more of us shiftin' mad numbers
So they breach more of us, quick to handcuff us
Getting hassled by cops, just cotchin' on the block
Followed
Phillip
Oh, at art camp, I played Lumiere
And the beast and I had a fling
I'd run my fingers through his hair
Well, beast so, fur
His second show
You won't be next I'm telling ya
Might not die by twenty seven, yeah
Forsake your brothers
Give up on your lovers
To get the things you think you
a mandolin
Scrambling these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!
I'm a sick
Korean coupe in the front
With twelve rich whores, ready to stunt
Roll the blunts, lady, you straighten the pussy, ran Glenny my man
Honest seven
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
and even lasting a year
Yeah I made my mistakes, yeah I paid my dues
Hated by blacks, made enemies with jews
I was 7 years ahead of my time in '92
I said
have more than 100
I'm struggling, you know I am
Appreciatin' is something I be forgettin', every second
24/7, I'm a forgetful servant, I gotta be
thine Will !
I who grant thee this life urge thee, grant me the kill !
This Oath it is sealed by Honour, Magic and Blood !
I swear not to fail but
left me on ?7de Laan?
I?m feeling like I lost my ?Fame & Passion(s)?
Chorus:
Boy you had me thinking you?re so perfect
Oh, it?s amazing I believed that
rough shit
Let's get started on the second chapter
How I fuckin' act when I cause disaster
Faster than Hurricane Mitch, ain't that a bitch
That a young
To keep it in the family they must elimate the swine
And the swine is us, and whose God do +you+ trust?
It's gettin realer by the second in the future
[
bystander, blocks have cameras
Have second thoughts
When you're brandishing the hammer
It's not a movie when your
Head's up, shake down, faced with the toolie
Has no place left to boil
That's when the land was overrun
By plants and factory scenes
And all the crafts got dry cleaned
A shadow once nobody owned
The drives cross town to pick up both her kids
See Annie is 9, Jackson is 7
She was a senior in high school when she got pregnant
They were a mistake
to that sky-high mother
I'm back in Trastevere dancing the seven hills
Cutting my brother's neck grabbing the dollar bills
The day the cowboy cried
This 7.62 ARP so big, I can't even pick it up
This bitch got so much kick, I let it hit, this bitch start liftin' up
Bitch hit harder than a, damn,
gettin' in trouble by
And he ask me why
My father couldn't be a man? He's a lullaby
And this song just cut at two minutes
And twenty four seconds
Shit,
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