Lyrics:
[I. The Tribulation]
The day of Judgment has arrived
Only the blessed shall survive
The second coming of Jesus Christ
Returning like a thief in
All I am is a country boy thuggin
Whipping a big truck it's sitting on Something
Thirty five inches or thirty sevens When I'm coming
In the passenger
Na na na na na
Summon up the
One and a two and a one, two, three (FOUR!)
Sail the seven seas as we're summoning the heat
Raise your cup of grog
The magnificent seven
Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M.
Move yourself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
seconds I'll find my closure
Nine seconds before we're over
Eight seconds I've had enough
Seven seconds you can't be trusted
Six seconds free from you
Five
seven minutes for you
Seven long drawn, sixty-second sobs
Grief, a simple thing
Add water to the sorrow and wait
Darkness precipitate
Ruin my room
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
(Cold 187um)
See it was seven o'clock
and the sun had just set
the crew rolled up and said it time to jet
I was kinda hesitatin' cause it was
yes, I got it
Feeling hella good
Ain't got no driver's license
But you know I'm driven
The second I spit it
Everything that's what I'm giving
Yeah, I get
means
I gotta get it by any means
I gotta get it by any means
Popping a cork it's some bubbly
Fucking with my crew is troubling
We been through all
it
Got your lucky number, ain't no seven in it
Grab life by the horn, just give me eight seconds
Already scraped my plate, but you lookin' like
[instrumental and Spanish speaking for 19 seconds]
[Keith Korg]
Astro Jetman, flight attendant, American Airlines
DC-10 with engine built to my back
you by surprise
I handle business, see me winning
Yeah I'm in my prime
Seven-O Beretta 'bout to make it, yeah they love my rhymes
Flexing in the mall,
Seven how you feeling today
Are you lost in maze surrounded by your pain
And again when you turn a corner
Dead end so you continue to wander
Scream
smiled at me a second time. The look on my face told it all. But I didn't get the chance to speak.Well it's seven hours and seven days since I first saw
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
the first time I touched her hand
And the rain and the way it felt never let up all week
By Thursday I knew everything about her
And God, the last day I
built
I am the Trucker and my ego's large
I'm the K to the I call me sarge
Roll number seven raise south of heaven
See my crew comin' hear them Harley's
on y'all, y'all gotta admit I'm looking good in my whip
Couple carats in the air, twenty-seven on the wrist, you pissed
And I can tell by the way that you
Coming through like a train
Looking to take over the world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control
You can't get none of this, we're
Man I talk less
Blessed counting checks
Don't second guess man that's my flex
Bitches like to text
If it's real blow my cell then
Niggas wearing dresses
Smoke good weed and we vibe out
Seven, eight to the seven, one
We put in work and we ride out
Got rippers here got killers here
There ain't really any
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
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