Lyrics:
can be right with me (anytime)
Way I'm talking I ain't frontin' that's the way we livin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She ain't feeling me I can tell by the way
all up in blue
I skipped and hopped
For seven blocks
And with every skip I'd sing
Just before the moment that I lost everything
I couldn't wait
to remain calm forum
Though inside my hearts racin'
Got the worst on my mind
Though these thoughts I try to replace 'em
And I don't even know if I'm
corrupted, I use a disguise inside they eyes
See the day, 7/4, meaning jungle of the lies
Samurai sci-fi, Shanghai to C.I.
Rabbis in God fill my pock' with
YOUR HANDS UP AND ENJOY RIDE
GETTING BETTER ALL THE TIME
LIFE IS A TRIP
DON'T STAY INSIDE
Friends are a source of energy
Here's a shout out to my family
for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver
Six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told
There's a bird that nests
fuck I hate to win if I play
This game ain't no joke, how can I be broke
When I on the streets 24-7 and mo'
I wamp stack in ? by spittin' it real,
lets proceed to give lyrics of ass-whippins
This will flow on, from generations of twelve kins
Forced to give you death by means of temptation
My
deep inside
Are you content at twenty-seven
Were you hopeful at 17?
A void the size of oceans stretches out between us
I guess our blood is suppose to be
left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck
and I was type-scared to death
yo, I blacked out
I woke up, my man had the mac out
said we gonna get the nigga
the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music free the pain inside, until this day in my ghetto
I hear echoes, where anger cry, feel me?
I bring tears
the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music free the pain inside, until this day in my ghetto
I hear echoes, where anger cry, feel me?
I bring tears
My alarm goes off at seven
I gotta be at work by nine
And every day I always
Stop to get a latté
I get to work and check my e-mails
Before the day
shouts across the blur of tears
So this is beauty's finish! Like Rodin's "Belle Heaulmie're"
The pretty maiden trapped inside the ranch wife's toil
ALL WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN
I HOPE I MAKE IT THERE BY 7 PM
AND WHEN WE GET TO PARADISE
WE CAN TOAST WITH JESUS CHRIST
OH OOOO
you open your eyes
Sweet thoughts inside your mind
Singing to ya all the time
I love you (I love you)
Your my baby I want you (I want you)
Ernie's a real good kid
He does his chores
At home at night he's rotting inside
No where else to turn
He walks off
Empties his aggression by
Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let
Chillin' on the seven like Eastside ReUp
Took a flight to Cali
Now I'm chillin' with my feet up
He wearin' fake diamonds
Need my shit straight out
Something's happenin'
Can't explain what I'm imaginin'
Coagulatin' inside of my abdomen
It only happens when the lights talk to me
I can feel it walk
then I'm gon' rob
Gon' up this Drac', bitch, open the safe
We just land the weight by seven
The bitch gon' kill the dog if he smell this shit
Post in
steel to stomp
Him with steel shoes when I was born
They put me inside my grave first
I’m lookin’ for God in the Garden
Of Eden he made first
I found
It’s clockwork apocalypse, mass armageddon
Moving too fast
Don't ask me where I'm heading
Shake your ass in the dice, bitch
Roll me a seven fresh
naturally
I hope our love is quiet outside, but loud inside, oh, baby
Oh, future lover, this song I wrote for you
This song I wrote for you my future lover
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