Lyrics:
on the top so you know he living Eiffel
Took the aim of Oswald, caught him North in the Face
All them other kids they had they tools aimed at space
Levi had
Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
By the break of dawn
As the sun of grace revealed it's righteous face
To witness seven soldiers die
A minor death just another stitch
In our
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
Riding around the city in a six-speed whip
Just picked up a girly bouta take a little trip
Kissing on my face and then she kissing on my
It's already
your smiling face
Four Mondays I will be in a better place
Four Mondays let me count the ways
Side by side we'll be in four Mondays
Three Mondays
Burry the phone in your face
But don’t be amazed
By the looks she gave
You in the end
So, what now
You’re rich
But have no friends
Guess live is a bitch
Feel the Being-Toward-Death
Face the void day by day
There’s no life after Death
Here and now each second
We die!
Therefore transcend your
No you don't stand a chance
For a second in my world
The same old song
It won't last long
If you can't stand behind the music
All the fame, all
first Nirvana song so even then
When no one's friends were really serious
I knew you loved me by the
Way you looked in second period
I'd see you in
of an impression on my kids
To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You a son of a gun"
Just got off
jumped in the game I was 7 years old,
Drop a model get the money, give a fuck about a ho.
Servin' porcelain to people left a brick up in my coat,
Always
“We got us a smart-ass freak”
I got a receipt, he reaches in his pocket
Cop pulls a gun, Jamal hears him cock it
Second cop rides him face down, knee
story
You don't know the howls
Of second people like us,
Been thrown out at the door
We’ll be in a casket
7 feet below
Of stomping angels lurking to reap
can't see the horizon
My eyes embrace the fog
A shift a gaze at
Worlds unknown
Derive new chronicles
Radimir!
You can die every second in this hell
the walls and glass photo frames, hanging in the night-fallen living room
The second is eating pancakes early in the frosty morning before school
Him coming
I want when she tell me
Put your fucking hands in the air
And I'm swinging side to side all by myself
I don't even need nobody I don't need nobody's
Face in the window in the night.
Caught for a second by the light.
Ashes of memories still aglow. (Only for you)
Portraits and pictures you once
at the second-line big chilling
Riding wit no tent cause I know that shit hurt they feelings
40 in a 10 ain’t talking speed I’m talking Glock
Milly is my name cause
thereof
You're crippled in your soul and you got no love
So press it tight stop the bleeding
Your heart's not right it just stopped beating for a second
I did that nooo
Think I need a second job this is quite the tax ohh
See my homie pull up (Gas!)
In a Pontiac
Bumpin let's go Brandon FJB while pumping
much with you at night
I think I can smell you and hold you
My living second self, one being with you
I am in despair: you won’t tell me anything about
How fuckin' irritated are you? How much in your face am I?
And ain't shit you can do but fear it, Proof is here in spirit
And I'm his spittin' image,
the face
I wanted time to rewind to the few seconds right before you said that
I wanted to see the words fly back into your mouth and I wanted to sew it shut
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