Lyrics:
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
It's been a miracle from what you've done
Please stay right by my side
Two can be one
The righteous way to go
Been a while but no
I'll believe
get it I'll get some more
Ever since college my creativity gone
It's been hard to write a song
Feel like I lost my identity
Losing what life has meant
be alone
The second, that she was gone
I was beckoned by my brethren
Then my head spinned like (buzz)
Tech went to be a grown
A complex gent, that see
boss
In this shit ass job, spirits meant to be free
Obviously, God Is far
Blinded by the thronez and crownz, daps and throw pounds
Double digit stacks
On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin me moist
Givin me head while she hummin, she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
send your postcode there's shit to address
We weren't on talking terms
7 figures when we're talking terms my niggaz mind my business so we're all
smartphone as hard as you want it
You know who I am (at 7am)
I am the cock who wakes you up in the morning
Set your alarm clock with my song on it
Hit your
and walked on the moon
But time is still a mystery
We tried to label time by
Creating numbers and digit's
Seconds and minutes and hours
Are all just figments
I am trying to find myself
There is something missing with in me
I am questioning myself
Who am I suppose to be
Who am I meant to be
Who am I suppose
a bit all on my dick, lying and pleading the fifth we just be on our own shit, I am what I spit my bars are apart of my whip, flockin the work with
7:Eleven
Verse1:
Sitting by the window
Watching all cars go by our house
Watching how the wind blows
Carrying the butterflies across the tree tops
7: Eleven
Sitting by the window
Watching all cars go by our house
Watching how the wind blows
Carrying the butterflies across the tree tops
I'm
seven, rolling off the gate, I hit it twice
Black Eyed Peas, money baby, it’s gon be a good night
And when I said I love you I fuckin’ meant it
And we
workin'
Now look who's hurtin'
For a chance to be with me, you
On second thought, don't drop by
Think it'd be a waste of time
Remember you wasn't diggin' me
back and let me do my thing
Laced with the click with the 5 on the swing
I'm not the one who's gonna be plagued by your kind
24-7 girl it's time
to it
Those are my family, and everything they do for us
Things might not be going the way that you planned them
But you don’t gotta give up, you just
the stars,
Through the outer space,
Towards the unknown.
Leonard:
“I can see my bridges burning far behind.
As I turn and look back,
The man I used to be
Divided by the seven seas
Ain't exchanging pleasantries
MiddleChild Records
But I'm feeling like the only son
And incase you didn't know
This one's for my
the cases, we made our own playlist
Before there was a playlist just by clicking on your favorites
I'm up all night with FM radio and patience
Sharpie in my
to bein in love with you
But it ain't nothin maybe I was meant to be on my own
All alone
I guess Im done with you
Keep speakin hear it from the castle let
beneath my hat
Find the braids that hit ya, metro quite equipped
Knows of all the funk that was laid in seven zips
Funk is phat, homey homey don't you
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
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