Lyrics:
I had one and it was thirty five
Thousand plus one plus six makes seven
Thirty five thousand dollars and seven right?
Mothafucka can you buy that?
that P
P-funk got me goin', ho, I'm blowin' on Montana pack
Blunt just put me under but that snizow put me back on track
Bustas blinded by my smoke,
I was waiting, for your call
7 days sat by the phone
I’ve lost keeping, track of time
Seen the signs, gotta get you out of my mind
And I don't know
were high by 7:25
And by 2:10 it wore off and they were boutta to die
Heard em say I hate being bipolar it's awesome
Monacellis green shirts making
Homie picked me up
We got pulled over by the police
He gets out the car and start dumping
I ran
I mean, what
Uh, uh, uh, shit
See, I feel everything,
your eyes
Time wont pass you by
Pass you by
Pass you by
Time won't pass
When it makes no sense at all
You make no sense at all
How can you look in my eye
another broken heart
I keep bitches by them two's nigga, Noah's Ark
I got a seven on me
I call my dro' Lamar
Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart
a bracelet
Just to satisfy your fourteen carat mind
Layin' by these railroad tracks in Denver
With a hurtin' head and a half a pint of wine
Everything
and Lesley ended up on that same train
I'm talking everyday, I used to wake up around seven or eight
To catch the 906 from Norbury Station
Two different
(Crowd cheering)
[Mr. Majesty]
This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime (Laughs)
(Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime
lady will sing
And tomorrow becomes here and now
Time's not what you think
It's an imperfect way
To keep track of your life passing by
One day will fly
"It's Mr N on that track"
yea,
(Chorus)
Rrrrrraaaaa..
No Games, No Games
The time to turn to a new page
Gotta move forward from the old days
Yah,
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
You're free to give my man but I don't need a disk,
With the grip of tracks, it's really nothing for me to skip,
We the creed of a better breed and you
(D-day-daytrip took it to 10, hey!)
(We got London on the track)
Wet up (Yea) I don't even know no nigga he better, wet up (Yea)
I don't even know no
I've had a lot of people this year ask me
Either tips or advice for anyone tryna like, my 7 secrets
Put themselves out there like this & grow, this
First and foremost, let it be said,
I am writing this at 7:10 am,
On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt.
Astronomically speaking, it's
First and foremost,
Let it be said,
I am writing this at 7:10am,
On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt.
Astronomically speaking it's
up my heritage
Shaolin surrounded by the cruel sea, crabs get stabbed
Chemistry lab is filled with motorous vocab
That drive niggas crazy like Arabs in
have deluged the Deviants with around 250 separate posts
One of which, the longest by far, has over 7,000 reads already
The serialized horror story will
Lyrics – By My Side
Verse 1:
I was waiting, for your call
7 days sat by the phone
I’ve lost keeping, track of time
Seen the signs, gotta get you out
french baby, don't go blamin' the fate you chose on me
One seven a b
Ha ha
Eastbird on the track, motherfucker
Paris by night, champagne n' love
Hey
Paris
lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug back
[Mark 7even]
Yeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap
Inprinted like poor tracks all over your
rocks in flip flops
And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin
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