Lyrics:
all about the money
I was in the 7th grade, shootin' dice for the money
Tryna hit this other 9-5, writin' rhymes by the nightlight
Tryna get us up out
going into war
I remember when my brother died up on the 7th floor
I know they hear my story this some shit they cant ever ignore
Hit the stage its
Get down
Need to feel that
Back up
Turn up
Get down
Lemme feel that
S'il vous plaît
I just wanna play
It was 7th grade I didn't get no play uh
That was
I no fit let life win me
I gats win for this life
cnd even if I failed 6 times
Watch me go again the 7th time
My ex said I couldn't make it
I be
going to complete the finishing touches on the verbaTim project with Shaka cmazulu the 7th
While go over my notes I stumble over a lyric sheet I wrote
and heartbreak holes
rolled up all
the 7th notes
aiming high
but the land is dry
don't ask me why
you're just not like
my boy
my boy
my boy
my boy
my boy
my boy
TITLE: 7th Street
Writers: © 2023 Martin J. Montelongo/Geza Music BMI
Description: Empathy for the homeless
Lyrics:
And I wonder how they make it,
I
apprehended
I got reprimanded
Almost made me panic
So i had to call upon his name
It was the 7th Round
Gettin knocked out
By that lil girl
Mary Jane
Ngl it
with your grace
I'm hoping that you feel the same
Tell me baby am I too late
Like the boat we made on the ocean out of papier-mâché
When we were in 7th
I still remember the feeling of jacobs fist against hit My head In 7th grade and got no interest in repayin
Told my mothers boyfriend he had
bitch, I am Mexican
Grown-ass man, 5'2", I know he's Mexican
Pacquiao, lost to Mayweather because he's Mexican
I was in 7th grade, going to war with
I've been kingpin ever since the 7th grade
You better put me in your top 5 tonight
I will always be that legend of the fall yeah
You better put me in
7th grade I became someone I wasn’t
Find it hard to look inside your reflection when you don’t don’t love it
Insecurities of all kind
Rooted in my
I was visited by good fortune, my stars were aligned
In the 7th house, in my rising sign
But that which rises must also leave behind
The tears were
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
So sweet and so real
Ah ah good God
I am sailing
I am driving toward the end of my own need to drive
This is February 7th 2017
I am shattered,
mad tricks on your mind (mind)
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
Verse Three: 7th Ambassador
He
adolescent didact a lesson to learn in life
She shoots a kid in the back ,pow, turns his life, ah
That was the 7th shooting in less than a week
The reason I
of just hoping
You'd feel what I'm feeling inside
April the 7th
And nothing has changed
It's hard to get by
When you're still on my mind every day
minds
When the phoenix is going to rise
And the sunlight shines again
This was in 639
December the 7th
The end for the "kingdom of a thousand
to get paid
Usin' these rhymes I've been writin' since in the 7th grade
Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage
It was just like a piece
I watch Jay Leno (he's funny) 7th Heaven too
And I ask myself sometimes "what would Jesus do?"
(Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot
out here winning on me
That's why my head is out here spinning on Me, They got me on an Island
I'm Deontay Wilder in the 7th tryna catch my balance
Look
Discuss these on the inside 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