Lyrics:
Gifts for some guy that she dating, still shot
Second anniversary and I'm congratulating that
But man she had an ass so fat
You couldn't palm it with
the mall out
Fuck the fallout
Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me
Fuckin' real
Here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
The birthday party was over toys were scattered here and there
Seven candles laid by the last piece of cake in front of an empty chair
A mother said
I'm tired of seconds
I Play the part when iSay something cynical
No luck in the sevens iRoll with the heavens
I Don't know limits black magic is
the reason why I'll never fall
In just a matter of few seconds
Watching the birth of seven angels where there is no sin
Hang gliding in the pool of vision
Free
on Tape with Sound on Sound
Hasty Ideas, none planned none reckoned
The tape drifts by, at seven and a half Inches per Second
Full of Hopes and full
(other)
I have a brother
From another mother
Yeah
Triple 7 triple 7
Are you ready
For your
Second chance (chance)
I grab Jesus by the hand
Yeah yeah
Then i
inside joke is how y’all choose to spend your whole Domingo
(Six) Stupid motha******s, let’s move onto number six
I assume by now you’re likely faded off
sweating cause ya know its getting hotter by the second, minute hour
24/7
There ain't no heaven for a sinner from the bottom of the map
Keep em running
"Tick Tock
Time on the Clock
Time Goes by but it just wont stop
Tick Tock
Time on the Clock
Time Wont Stop!
its 7 in the morning
we better get up
for you
With my second chance
I'll pick you up at a half past seven
Oh yeah, we're going out for a dance
Yeah, I'll pick you up at a half past seven
Oh
that I have not let you down
If there's a heaven then it's underground
Seven seconds too late I reached the gate
I am distracted by the look
Coyotes stalk the streets down every day
Nothing left to say, it hits me like a wave when you walk on by
Seven seconds saved, the way you speed right past
punched Chris Rock
I told her that is not this she tried to put me on a tiktok
Yup, in the stu off a 3.7 got my mind swervin
She was tryna lock me down I
happened by chance
You were the song to my dance
Been myself from the very start
Probably wasn't so smart
Gave you the key to my heart
Every second I'm
[Chorus]
Six hundred Benz, house six hundred grand
That was six years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work from my face
I get that work
well, I've got pains
Effie, we all got pains
Oh, for seven years I sung with you, I was your sister
You were a trouble
And now you're telling me, it's
and not to bend a knee
Years and years go by and they are always the same
Years have come and years have gone by and still there's no one to blame
It
Everything we ever do fits on a 7 inch screen
Just don't watch a film on it or David Lynch will scream
Plug in your watch and your wallet and your
Most of the CDs were 20 bucks Bought all 6s and 7s by Tech N9ne
Instead of lunch that my dad gave me money for feeling regret
During sophomore year in
I'm sorry to you because you ain't a fan
Yuh Yuh
Making my beats by the time I was ten
7 am and they done overslept
We gon be camping better get a tent
a Five to five
Grinding all night with my niggah Frank
Had to catch an Uber but the girls gave us a ride
Seven in the morning had to stop by hungry jacks
increased by 24 percent
And 31 percent for 12 to 17 year old's compared to 2019
In late June 13 percent of surveyed respondents said they started or increased
Set them on a trail of tears
Nothing can stop the people
King George does not control us
There's no sovereign native people
From the War of seven years
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