Lyrics:
Here we go again
We find ourselves in
And blindsided by another situation
In the same place
But let's all save face
Make an effort to avoid all
rustlin' around in the bushes
Oh, but it was you
Girl, I was so afraid
You said, "you shoulda seen the look on yer face"
Then I hope I laughed
Then I
done demonstrated with this pen and paper
Only seven haters on the gram
That's cause there's maybe seven that'll listen
For a couple seconds 'for they
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though we're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Don't forget, Christmas is comin'
Oh, that
neck
Second, she passed I was like, "What's up?"
To which she replied, "How you doin'?"
I said, "De nada mama"
But your beauty I'm persuin'
And I
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
I never will forget your way the first time that I met ya. Hey
The style on you sure took me by surprise.
In your eyes there was a spark and you was
We put the windows down and our heads out
As we're driving towards the denying
Work the 9 to 5 can go by quick
Take your vitamins read your morning
alright)
Secretly hope you ask
Dismantling the math of every
Bridge in our path
The ugly carving out a line between
The good and the bad
You can scream
Fantasy? We're doing that in another song
I didn't say "fantasy", I said faces I've seen in dreams
Oh, you didn't? Oh
In other words
Oh,
a face in pain
clouded by dirt, covered in sun
why do you think, branded makes free?
Screaming roadways, dreams fall flat
(But) have it your way, you'll
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty-four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
turn it out)
[Layzie]
They probably thought that we would fall off
Be comin up missing in this rap game
After 30 million records and 7 years, ain't
the meanest nastiest rootenest-tootenest blobfish to ever fly the Seven
But before that all happened there was a man by the name of Jo Jinnan Jr
That was
reminded blessings
We face the unknown in each and every second
Our life experience is a collection
Of good and bad connections
Complex psychological
spent
All damaged
Told you I'm on my way
Arm out the window feel the
Wind on my face
Turn up the volume in a
High speed chase
In southern Texas
Riding in
you been
Pray that hell or heaven lets you in
Seven
Confess your sins
Ready for the moment of adrenaline when you finally face your opponent
Yeah, bullets hit from every way
I call lil Brodie, Kevin, he put seven in your face
Yeah
Ahh
My dog a shooter, I can't get his ass to chill
So I just
eleven iii
No pictures no questions
Slurpee game good 7 eleven iii
Make him finish just by eating me
I mean i’m gorgeous i see what he see in me
On my
Leatherface The Sawed Off Gangsta
Second, Layzie Bone AKA the Number One Assassin
Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace
Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Stratejacket nigga!
that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
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