Lyrics:
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
melodies from heaven.
He's so under the weather floating, this work lighter than feathers.
Don't need 10,000 hours, cause my talent's innate.
Won't
better off with less than more around me
Fake nigga walk around me
Never had security no cops never had the law around me
Prolly me and three niggas
I
i'm with your wifey uh
I get her to like me uh
Then I flee the scene and now she wanna skype me uh
I got more talent than you in my left pinky
Almost
called life
I've done it way more times than twice
Past lives in my dreams at night
Psychedelic patterns and satanic symbols
Angelic hazards showed me
inside your eyes
Love is so much more
It's action more than words
Love Speaks Louder Than Words
Love Speaks Louder Than Words
Love Speaks Louder Than Words
worse than Dante's.
So my dear I swore,
"Never, never more !"
On my list, I insisted that kissing must be crossed out.
Now, I find I was blind,
worse than Dante's.
So my dear I swore,
"Never, never more !"
On my list, I insisted that kissing must be crossed out.
Now, I find I was blind,
make U feel hate
And I
Know that there's more than my birthplace
So I
Roll up a leaf that I found on this path
And smoke one to the blessings I have
I
the circuit break
REUP boy like Pusha, I ain't wearing bait
Lord willing, I see a million before heaven gates
Till my casket drop, I'm grinding like a pair
cme thru the door
Go way more women trouble tho then eva befo
Its like a 12 inch promo..
... somthin that u might find...with an instrumental
Acapella
Oh written in the stars
A million miles away
A message to the main
Oh
Seasons come and go
But I will never change
And I'm on my way
Lets go
Yeah
connect with fate when you stopped workin' for what you prayed
And realize the Devils job is more important than they say
To see the shit I'm prayin' for
know I worth more than a billion bucks
I be spitting the re roc, hotter than tea shops
Don't fuck with me give a billion fucks
And I made a hit I ain't
(intro) "I got so much trouble on my mind / refuse to lose"/ "6 million ways to die, choose one"
(Inkline - 1st verse) For more than half my life
niggas nationwide doin' work, get your feelings hurt
Lose more faith than a composure, money and the doja
Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom
Move
the weakest saved by grace begins to sing
And a million angels listen
as a newborn soul sings, "I've been redeemed!"
'Cause His favorite song of all
Is
Cadillac and Mac divas
Hot like Gallactica, so what's happenin'? What?
More streetwiser than Kaiser Sosa, no way, Jose
Can you fuck with my hustle forte
of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me
need the fame I know colder than January
Yea... Yea. Colder than January
How I get down
Rigor mortis scary
I can tell by how you listening, you prolly
on rooks
My vision so panoramic
My brain on another planet
To reach it, you gon' need
More than a neuro-ologist, honestly
To be honest, far from lyrical
a little bit smaller than that one that I could break
I broke that one
It was longer than me and him both, and I kept going
There's a wind
And every time I
our heads (for sure that)
Seventy percent of my niggas gotta sleep on mats
We can't talk for more than fifteen minutes 'less they call me back
Gotta
I do, What do I when I don't Know
What do I do when I don't know
And life just be asking for more and more
Within in me I'm right at the crossroad
Discuss these more than a million by 7th heaven Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In