Lyrics:
Must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning
I must have left my house at eight because I always do my train,
I'm certain left the station just when it was due
I must have read
under by the day's tight undertow
A thick accumulation of boredom and fear
On a raft made out of rotten sticks
Caught on a sea of bad risks
Catch it soon,
yeah
Eko Fresh in da motherfuckin' house
Mir gefällt der Beat wie aus LBC
Also, Junge, check das aus
Besser, du bist Optimist
Jetzt wird dein Block
Must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning
I must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning
Together they made Seven
As one by one they fell.
Like the six before them they had reached the seventh hell!
Bravery and honesty and honour are no
I must have left my house at eight because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning
came around, I was a punk on playing grounds
Until I threw a brick at Rick that cracked his skull and laid him out
So by the seventh grade I thought that
from White Mountain vales
The hours go by and we have lost the trails
Your horrible and heavy breath
The silent pilot comes at last: death!
Then you
Hell Razah
Dreddy Kruger in the house
Peace to RZA, Population Click
Shorty Shy, Wu-Tang
We gonna come thru like this
I use my pistol like
I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house
Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names
With the skyline on it with
in the bedroom walls
The high water comes and it takes your house barn and all
You work like a dog to raise a fat hog and he dies in the fall
It's
Yeah
This is the story
Seems like it was yesterday
Take me back to seventh grade
Sipping lemonade in the shade
With the girl I would persuade
and I'm already on my seventh ounce
10:30 I be up inside my pigeon's house
When it strikes noon, light the flute
Bite the fruit, inspired by the loot
Throw
In seventh grade and shit
I was smoking OG Kush and Lemon Haze and shit
Bad as fuck, I had it tucked inside my backpack in the front
My dad had
fillin ya open dome like a cavity
Too many tragedies, caused by demons that lack on strategy
My intellectual concepts is logic, ya disect, blood spill,
I finally got some sight (Sight)
I was blinded by the love but
Now I see niggas ain't right (Bitch)
Trust fucked up
You can't sit behind me with no
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