Lyrics:
a fight
Be A little less heaven tonight
Who knew the sacred, aint always for heaven's sake
No 7th day rest when your always keeping me awake
Only church we
a week, wait for heaven to speak
7th day is heavens day, I let the Lord be
7 ways to make the day, I write I don't think
3 like God, and when I was 21 I
Bunch of shitty whiskey in me
Gentilly with the 7th Ward Lord
Razor blades slice the vocal chords
From New Orleans to Atlanta
Sip a dirty Big Shot, fuck
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
second
Swear that I'm gone quit and leave like every second
But, rents due and if i pay past the 7th
They gon chew me up and spit me out like devils up in
thats when my crue and i were in jr. high
in 7th grade i hated skool (wish it had blown up) no doubt i couldnt wait to get out
(and be a grown up) but let
Or
They up inside a prison
Been thankful god for blessing my soul
By why a nigga still living
Tonio died we was in 7th grade
I still got niggas ain't
the lake?
It’s the masterminds
With Q5
Vincent Matt & T.y
Yeah we on again
Hear us for the 7th time
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But let me
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
It on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
Be
E baby debbie tell me did
me tap it
217 To the 511
Send my ass to heaven
Back with the reverend
We ain't talk-in 7th heaven
Really flowin' really goin' got you groovin'
Uh
the only one here
That ain't holdin' me pack
Everyone's friendly
'till the dugout's empty
So she's looking for god at
The 7th street entry
I'm honest
other rate
We just wanna celebrate, eat vegetables and meditate
Made music since the 7th grade, met you at a later date
Cruise around with Gatorades, all
(back in the day)
I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out
(And be a grownup)
some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade,
on the go pro
Phat Panda beats shined up and now they Rolls Gold
Hit the 7th floor and Scoobaliscious get your mind blown
Just like back in the day
But now we
you
The stumbling narrow-minded becomes you
The overwhelming power - it eats you from the inside
still you have got to rise again
7th Movement:
the days
We didn't dwell on our fait
Blowing wit T60t and Crazo on 7th
On Mook and paCman on 8th
Watching For The Enemies
While we Still up On The Creep
loud, fuck doing it quietly
16 bottles on the table
That’s the first order
Hell-a serious about it
7th game and 4th quarter (Swish)
I like big parties,
crazy
Heaven forbid I end up back in Edmonton
I just made it out of 7th and Jefferson
You probably don't know what that
Is when I mention it
That's in
middle
School on me
Homies trippen out like
Damn she wit me
Aye Crozier 7th grade had Armoni
On my mind
She was even trippen off the way that I grind
Back
black like a funeral
When you come home
I'll stop this
When you come home
I'll stop this
Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
Six
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
b
E baby debbie tell me did
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