Lyrics:
all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms
I chopped
hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side
With your hands between your thighs
But I crumble
on my back for a K back in time
Man im dropping a tape full time
I've been walking forever till the sun turn its side
Now its time to go do time
I've been
I was just kicking down the street
And the sun was in my eyes
So I couldn't see the truck
That was sixty times my size
And just seconds off
B-bop Watts, city stones and the skylines.
Don't say 'cause, 'cause Blood, this is Piru all the time.
[Young Malcolm]
Piruuuuu loooove.
to eat
Brews tested by the astronauts, turn the turn the watts up
Listen to what I said
CNN all day in your eyes and your head
[Khujo]
No longer can I
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
mind at all times fuck these cloudy thoughts
Kuz my visions be vivid like a million watts
We use to pray 4 the meals stomach touching are backs
Now are
a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you're waitin', lyin' on your side
With your hands between your thighs
Alright
I was 18 you daydreamed I'd be a star
Making flights out to Hollywood, she my boulevard
You was always getting wasted on the forty-five
But we was
I was just kicking down the street
And the sun was in my eyes
So I couldn't see the truck
That was sixty times my size
And just seconds off from
on the opps[00:26.05]She a sorry hoe[00:27.20]My mans got a Latin bitch who like to cook wit watts[00:29.79]Time saving, I ain't never seen her ever touch a pot[00:32.60]Me
I remember all the good times
Us waiting for ages in that lunch line
Then trotting like Ruth on the field in that grad line
Decked out in red caps
Tasmanian Gin yeah we gonn' Sin tonight
Forty Spotted out the bottle yeah we Gonn' win tonight
No passing out its just coming home Wuhen the sun is bright
stop, and can hear fantastic music coming from inside the café.
A dusty quartet is sitting and playing in a corner. The weak 40-watt light bulbs in
One, two, three, four
There are cobwebs on the ceiling fan
And the lonely forty watt flickers when the train goes by
Take out boxes near
performance by Steppengoose. Yeah.
Excuse me. As the horde advanced, Dino Sore used his final moments to hold his sun in a warm embrace, severely searing all
waiting for my time alone
Know this time I give myself is more sitting on my throne
Through the highs and the lows
Past the stars and sun
We made it here
It's about 9:45
I'm on I-40 High
Eyes on the prize
Eyes kind of low
My time
Niggas know I don't fuck around
Lookin' like i'm made when I come
all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms
I chopped
between the line
Plead the 5th then I start lying
I been through too much with my guys to turn 69 for less time
And until the day I die all I gotta do
Win
to the setting sun
Sun going down
Got to cover some ground
Before everything comes undone
Comes undone
Forty years in the wilderness dancing with the flies
to the setting sun
Sun going down
Got to cover some ground
Before everything comes undone
Comes undone
Forty years in the wilderness dancing with the flies
a European watch
On a different time
I used to run around with a MAC-10
Back when I was 20 years old
That was back then (30)
30 clip in the 40, move yayo like
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