Lyrics:
The minutes and seconds
On analog clocks go
Second by second
Sixty seconds in one minute
Tick tock tick
Go till you finish
Second by second
Sixty seconds in one
I won't let you stay
Can you teach me to throw
Ha
It's time
A lot
True
Blacked out the last 7 nights in a row
how pathetic I've got a brother to be
take you somewhere
Throw shade imma catch it Tom Brady
Talk shit but when they see me they say hey g
Twenty four seven do it all day g
Get bread when
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
If I woke up to no threats, that'd really help our self esteem
I know the world ain't evergreen cause the leaves fall
I'm just asking for a second for
The long time earnin', just got snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
The Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
[Method
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your
triple 7s my niggas
I spit it like God like if God was a rapper
He'd spit it like this
You can't get it like this
No sir, no way, no shit
Getting brain in
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
Silk shirt by the red sea
10 Piece in my bedsheets
Different strains got a medley
7 Sins feelings deadly
Woke up with vendetta
Satellite phone with
adrift.
Robbie Williams medleys.
rainbow tights and glitter.
cock jokes, and box sets
devoured in a day.
sixty-five roses.
forty-seven years.
wherever i
Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty-four seven
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
(yeah)
And all my shooters shootin' .223's 'bout me, Wop
Pick 'em with the AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty
like to get to know?
Slow your roll i can tell
You're tryna take me home
But there are seven things about me
That I think you should know
See there's
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
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
by my side
Like Bonnie and Clyde
In your arms I confide
We ride or we die
We both intertwined
And grow like a vine
We both on the grind
The rise
you MFs when completion comes around
PROD BY SIKK
Embrace yourself
Play the hand that fate has dealt
Insane in the membrane
But I saved myself
I bet you
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