Lyrics:
turning the other eye
Mask my pain, no cameras
Been dodging fame since 97
The bridge you burned cost me a lot
I cancelled you no 7th heaven
They twitter
I cant sprint Time spent thru the inner me
Science Technology Energy Mathematics
Dont be that stem
Like free all my niggas
Unlock the gate to 7th
Had Free lunch in the 7th grade
A Free spirit, nigga never hate
God get me outta hell for Heaven sake
My deep lyrics who could relate
Trapped 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
I thought I met you way back in 7th grade
Only come to find out things would change
Really wanted to be something
That somebody could fall in love
7TH ROW CENTER FIELD YANKEES DOWN BY ONE |I HEARD THE CRACK OF THE BAT THAT GAME WINNING HOME RUN|I STRETCHED OUT MY ARM PRAYING IT WAS LONG
like me
T-shirt that you made the summer that we met 7th grade
Frozen, space and time
When I'm with you I feel like I could die
Is it a tragedy that
it's always the 7th
(yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah hol onnnnnn)
Heard it before ts Cartier 2
Beautés De Monde it's on top of the blue
Yall got
mad tricks on your mind (mind)
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
Verse Three: 7th Ambassador
He
Walkin up 7th Avenue well past 2 pm
Filthy Goblins comin down my way whispering
Got Weed Got Crack
Got Green Got White
Got Green Got White
Got Weed
(?) with my killas these niggas gone hear us and fear us (they gon' feel us)
With 7th sign and mo! thug all my niggas get love then I gon' ride my nigga
to get paid
Usin' these rhymes I've been writin' since in the 7th grade
Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage
It was just like a piece
said my name is Dillon I'm in 7th grade
I'm ridiculed and picked on almost everyday
Yeah they push me in the halls in between my classes
Yesterday they
yeah
Everywhere I go I rep the set
7th letter made that's a check
All my competition just a crash dummy test
I ain't tripping off them I'm just
and letter that he wrote me
It said my name is Dillon I'm in 7th grade
I'm ridiculed and picked on almost everyday
Yeah they push me in the halls in between
crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th
The New World Order was born on September 11
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And just so Conservatives don't take it
was a pick me
Till I realized she just match my fly brown sugar Sidney
Fogging the windows in car washes by 7 eleven
Elevate her drop her on top to 7th
met downtown in 6
7 Dranks In my body,
Feel the wave when you on me
Written by ; Noemie Brunet
I watch Jay Leno (he's funny) 7th Heaven too
And I ask myself sometimes "what would Jesus do?"
(Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot
yeah
I tell them you should do the same, hey yeah
Look, to all my relations
I put two feathers up now
It's a glorious occasion
Welcome to the 7th
a great pretender
I love my gooroo i'm filled with glee
I need my gooroo 7th Atmah extasy
I want my gooroo i found my gooroo
The wings of karma panning my
Knows that stayed in garages
9 da 5 taken out garbage
Caged looking for away out
Tells me baby we blessed now
Don't stress out
7th verse
No
without it simulate
Saw my name in lights inside a dream and copping real estate
Had to be a vision when I saw that shit in 7th grade
Ever since that day
faced, she too shady
I don’t care, yeah, don’t, no, I don’t care
Yeah looney gang deep in here, yeah
7th street deep in here, yeah
I'ma take off this year
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