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Bout to tell y’all how this shit go man
And so it’s
Late night
And I’m rollin’ down 7th and Palm
Shorty in the front seat
Wrapped around my arm
Rims

to the night. 
He took the sun and the moon and hung them in the sky, just like that. 
And He loved it so far. But God was not done. 

God made the world
Almighty

it pika-chu
You dumping off that 7th I think he might need a zip or two
Hit the booth gave the city some real shit to listen to
Ain't no faking we them

Ladies and gentlemen
We will now have brief intermission

Ok now, now what's been
Like 2 weeks two days
Ok now, now what's it been like
Without me by

Verse 1

Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list
The year was 94’ in 7th grade I’d sit
Amongst all my friends with our brand new gear

I know I can’t fix this
I know I get too deep, that’s on hold
Ever since the 7th grade I lost my soul
I wish that I could take it back, I don’t know

You see there's footprints on the moon so fuck the "Sky is the limit" (Yeah)
Since the 7th grade I knew all I wanted to do was this
Intercontinental

I met this kid back in 7th grade
He goes by the name of Sixas
And he listens to Drake
We were together so much so
People would associate me with him

I still remember the feeling of jacobs fist against hit My head In 7th grade and got no interest in repayin

Told my mothers boyfriend he had

my fist
I don't feel like changin' my fit today
I might mix the dope with the Minute Maid
I might take it back to 7th grade when I walked around with

with sorrow (yea)
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my wayyyyy (Harlem)
(Hope my niggas'll ride
It's do or die hope my niggas survive)

By my

might be long
From Night to Dawn, you know perspectives get influenced by the Vice hes on
I know at times it seems I might be strong, but look I'm flawed

And if I never built the courage to drop the bit
All my intentions would be viewed as a scripted skit
And although the 7th Grade Knowlege is screaming darn

fruit of the ghetto,
Only a meadow flowing with milk and honey can settle and seed on
I am the 7th year harvest my hungry people can finally feed from.
(I

Work ethic trash, they a waste 
Set the tone September 7th yea Issa Holliday

Get out my face 
We the movers here put you in yo place
No pull out no

was a pick me
Till I realized she just match my fly brown sugar Sidney
Fogging the windows in car washes by 7 eleven
Elevate her drop her on top to 7th

to make sure no one gets me
Just to make sure they don't know 
My death tendencies
That's been following me
Since 7th Grade
Thought of it as a phase
But it

going to complete the finishing touches on the verbaTim project with Shaka cmazulu the 7th 
While go over my notes I stumble over a lyric sheet I wrote

And then on the 7th day 
Even God had had to take a break 
Oh Lordy Lordy, ain't it getting late 
I could sure go for a whisky straight 

When I

Death to microtonal scales
4th and 7th outlawed
Break the meter
I cannot hold a decent 4/4
Look for notes on a staff
Like for a needle in a hay
I do

something (fa real tho)
By the end of the night I be thumbing through the hundreds (thumbing)
Then I go spend every dollar do it all again tomorrow (ha)

I do

turn
Red when I been with my friends
Blowing smoke
Send it to heaven, amen
Amen

I been, walking the block with a pen
Not rocking with my cock by

gone

cnd the world seems so small from the ledge of the 7th floor
She can almost see the house that she grew up in
There's that feeling again

cnd she's

Crooked Bones

Pete Francis

Everything Is One

2006

dinosaurs 
Howling from the distant shores of 7th avenue

Sirens scream with all their might
Across the airwaves of the night
And beamed as if by