Lyrics:
Everybody knows I'm him
On the seventh hours
On the seventh day
On the seventh month
The seven doctors say
He was born for good luck
And that you'll
Gypsy woman told my mama, 'fore I was born
Got a boy-child coming, be a son of a gun
He's gonna make the pretty women, run, jump and shout
He
know He opens doors
Singing la la la la la
Singing la la la la la
Kelis - Star Wars
I was the first new born babe
Brought to you by the fearsome
To Drive-Thru's imprint
Rushmore
And I'd go to the shows
And I'd study
Richie's drumming
And he was so dope
And I'd watch their
Making of the album
Videos
When
in heaven if he won't bend his knees
I will slay the Devil in hell if he doesn't grant my needs
God in your heaven, hear what I say
Devin in hell,
Won a great debate against the state about the mother plane
He called me by that other name, I called him by his other name
The lightnin' struck
played his game, and I must never quit
He is the ruler of his nation
Glory to the land of Jar
The king of creation
Of micronations
Swaying to the symphony
and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult
At dawn, I pinpointed the location
sat by your dad
And he asked me what I liked about you most and I said
"I think my favorite thing about her is the way she gives head"
Woops, you can
Can you tell me where I might find the Hydra?
Is he wearing a familiar face?
Does he still live below Seventh Avenue
With the princess dipped in
Words and music by Willie Dixon
The gypsy woman told my mama
On the day I was born
Oh, you got a boy child comin'
Oh Lord, he's gonna be a sun
and video games
Now, spit facts about the music!
Nas dropped out of school
In the seventh grade
Jay cheated on Beyonce, now we got Lemonade
I know this may
killed and ate some babies and he copped an attitude
And the one man that he hated most was Kenesaw Mountain Landis
The mafia said Shoeless Joe
You
Everybody knows I'm him
On the seventh hours
On the seventh day
On the seventh month
The seven doctors say
He was born for good luck
And that you'll
Gypsy woman told my mama
'While 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama
He'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls
Turn your
I'm here.
On the seventh hour, on the seventh day,
On the seventh month, seven doctors say,
"He was born for good luck, that you'll see."
I got seven
eight, in my little snapshot album.
And I've got a picture of my old granddad, in my little snapshot album.
He's over eighty but a real bad lad, in my
track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
Feed him that comida
Pussy hotter than a heater
My cloaca is a keeper
So he save it in
tell you on the seventh month, child
Hey, the seven doctors say
Now, he was born for luck
I said, baby, don't you see
I got seven hundred dollars
man
Everybody knows I'm him
On the seventh hour
On the seventh day
On the seventh month
The seven doctors say
"He was born for good luck
party
He the only one that came, I never knew from that day I'd never be the same
Early mornings watching news I seen another murder
Seventh grade
I mean I finally did an album still they undecided
I mean he cool, do he really think he gonna make it
Only time he ever snap is on a Snap,
mummy!”
Colin Withers, locksmith, 35: “Well, I think he’s just drunk!”
Carrying a whip in one hand
And a huge knife in the other
Leonard, the barber, 66
room
Furnished with tidings of your doom
Or pleasure, whichever feathers[?] decree."
Yo Ralph is he talking to me?
"No I'm talking to the sea son's
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