Lyrics:
Seven forty nine
Night train right on time
Climb the steel stairs
Absinthe brandy wine
Spirits moving in the steam
Compartment forest green
on
Wise in his Adidas, me and my (Benetton)
Coolin out drinkin stout, talkin 'bout the world
When we were suddenly stopped by a beautiful girl
She was
of Houston
Fuck with the click and shit'll get gruesome
Quick execution
Day of revolution
Moms wanna send me to anotha institution
Life is so precious
See, back in the day when we used to play
You wanted to be with me (that's right)
And now that it's so right and natural
Want that man that I can see
the air when the lights go down
Nothing can be said to make this all go away- just take it day by day
Every time I fall behind I think about your smile- & I
the real story
(Stop Bhad Bhabie)
Finally reached out to my dad
We met at the mall on some other shit
Pissed off by his tattoos 'cause they had
There is a big click clack machine
Whose engines don't pump gasoline
It's a poundin' crazy arm that works all day
It's run by all the people who
Have
In the last days of the second world war
When human debris covered half of the blue ball it was difficult
To keep the military alternative weapon
snitched on me
Now I gotta shoot up his white truck
My cousin snitched on me
Now I gotta shoot up his white van
I just got approached in the
Mall by a white
oops, we caught you by suprise
[Mad Skillz]
While you niggas get upset, I'm a get to the point
It's me, the nigga that slayed "E" on the vowel joint
halts growth
The new world was frosty, forgot his North Face by the coffee
c little costly
cnd nobody's salt rolls
c cold body coughs low, unrolled oddly
class I dreamed all day 'bout a rock 'n' roll weekend
And the girl in the front of the room
So close yet so far man, she never seemed to notice
That
damn day
And the sun is shining on your face
I think I fell for you
I hate the fact that this is the truth
But okay, I know I might come off
Cause I'm Big-ger than Lez in this +Rap City+
No, see what face, smoke an else to the rose
Sonja Blade choke chicks like Sprewell did coach
(Chorus)
with me
[Nicole - Verse Two]
Intensity, made me sweat a brother majorly, I
Was sure it was you, you that was paging me
All the seven days
Ain't no tellin' where I'm at on the map, my chuck taylors days
Stay lays devine, look in the eyes of a rap gad laced with
Rhyme, and its a felony,
on your arm
Your hair greased back
Face weathered by places and days I'd never seen
Sometimes I read and reread
The birthday card you sent me
When
box you in stronger than oxen friend
Accidents happen I'm a phenomenon
Looking at me is like staring at the ring too long, you have seven days
Witness
[Kyprios]
I'm on my way, on the highway/
To a special place, it never rains, with better terrain/
And by the way I'll say good bye game/
But
motherfuckin' Oscar
Answers first, questions later
Why so many questions, hater?
Spend your fucking day to day drinking fucking Hatorade
Waste away, sat inside
and you're hatin' it, you wanna leave
The crowd your with, lead your own life
But I know you're scared of it
In a week there's 7 days 168 hours
Laid by the gun, you're going die by it
Trish got late and I night fly
Took two and Dizzy took five
That's a total shots of seven
For my crime ties
No
come Friday at 5
She's a classical beauty from days gone by
So I'll put up with anything she wants to try
One look at her face, you won't have to ask
a shell up in each SHOULDER
Fuck up my day
Nas is like, a bitch wit the mack to his BELLY
Been dissed like this since MAKAVELLI (2Pac)
Now in dayz
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