Lyrics:
like to catch up with
If I had seven minutes in Heaven
I know just what I'd do
Take a walk down those golden streets
And find a quiet corner booth
the street in the middle of the night
Mist on my face and I'm cruising on a high
Got my homie by my side and we're feeling all alive
The night is surreal
like a brick in your Honda Civic
All those nights you felt alive and missed my call when I didn't
Well I'm good now - some people say that rest is for
A, Lethal weapon
Who got love for me, who steppin'
Off these drugs, I'm close to heaven
My new favorite, number seven
Seven commas in my vision
Know my
hard
Find heaven in yourself and god
I know I love my baby
My baby loves me
I'm laying in some heaven, need a little company, yeah
It's twenty
It ain't hard to get to Heaven when you got an angel
Layin' in bed right by your side (bed right by your side)
When I got my fingers runnin' through
with mayne
People hit with all kind of these identity thieves
Underrated and hated, on by all these squares in the industry
Man I'm a legend pimp,
of the Virgin, Mary
Who was born, born, born in Bethlehem
Children go where I send thee
How should I send thee?
I'm gonna send you seven by seven
Seven
Lord", I'm pleading, and begging
Ain't ready for heaven, hey, where are my parents?
And all seven siblings? I need all their presence
Heart speeding, I'm
I'm rollin with Him
My soul
Is with him, my treasures are up in heaven
Yeah my gold is with Him, go with
God or just don't go
You either watered down
bustas
Shoot ya main bitch in the box when I plug her
Like I could never have a wife
Fuck a new bitch every night
Think she goddess but I'm Ike
Beat it up
these people i guess that
You could call it a league
Living deep inside my minds recesses
Full of intrigue
Seven dark and secret egos that
I don't even
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Falling down like I'm an angel from the heavens
Been training for this moment this is seven
Minutes till confrontation
This the ballad
The ballad
to free a spot in heaven, lord
Hickory dickory dock
All of you fake people get off my cock
Yeah I'm surrounded by female dogs
With pH level more than seven
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we've adapted
Mix it up mix it up
Rap as a form I admit is hard to love
Let's find the lowest common denominator and rise above
Im not saying I'm above
Stick in pins killing me slowly
To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud
you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
Stick in pins killing me slowly
To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud
you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
Def]
So much on my mind I just can't recline
Blasting holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
keep it to myself
Rather put the work in than ever ask for help
And I'm praying that I really know me well
Should I dedicate to heaven or accept the hell
would
That would be oh so good
So why am I stuck
Why am I stuck
Why am I stuck in the gateway between Heaven and Hell
Why am I stuck at the Gate, always
do know i'm not fine
It's me, myself and god
Do let's run it one more time
Make sure my family's fine
Make sure this stays in lines
Make sure their
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
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