Lyrics:
5 years later still pulling glass out of my head
Well I should be dead
I should be dead
Black out the last 7 night
Need dad is to borrow the car keys
Seven years have past
Now here I come
I caught the briefest glimpse
I haven't seen it since
When you smile at me
Where'd you smile from
From
Surrounded by this weaponry
I still have the memories
Remember I was 7 years old with a pallet gun
Playing outside with a cap, drinking Caprisun
We thought we
a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big impression I'd be leaving
And a lot of folks, they stop
My name is Benjy Stone and 1954 was my favorite year
Not my best year, not the year I had the most success but my favorite year
It's the year that
Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big world,
to this torch
Flame em up quick
If they try to extort
Quick bucks
From my team
7 years bad luck
3rd Ward where I'm from
I poured all my pain in a cup
I
minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All
Tim Lake
D F#m Em A7sus4 A7
People sure seem nice any time of year
D
seven years
Seven days, seven weeks, seven years
TM-TM
Betrayed by few and I don't fuck with them
These niggas just make me sick, got me coughing out
with the super fly Methtical nigga.
Who want to die?
For year nigga.
Wow, even try to test sides.
Challenger your the bird with my 45 cabolar.
infinite
9 for September
Lucky 7 is the day
First born into heaven
On earth body freshen
One life to live
Gonna leave empty-handed
Baby leave an impression
their say!
E B7/E E
Years gone by
E c E
cdults would say
E B7/E E
Discipline
E B/E E B
straws
Seven years
Seven years
Seven years is that enough time
Seven years
Seven years oh
seven years is that enough time
What's another day gone by in
a few more years
And the king of Egypt said, Indeed, I saw in a dream seven fat cows, whom seven lean
Ones were devouring, and of seven green ears
by the Greenwood side, oh
Seven years of visions of blood
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
And seven years of hurt in the womb
Down by the Greenwood
don't trust the fuckin' government
J supported by my bottom and my upper lip
They jackin' styles, you see the shit they runnin' with
Cuz every year is
patched up
Magician G battle you don't want the match up
(The match up)
One minute, thirty-seven seconds later
Pick me first and the impression will last
egos like Brady's pigskin
Return of the kingpin
I shake my hand, hear your teeth chattering
They shattering and clatter to the floor, seven
Pick up all
and he owes me money!
Do you know Joan?
She's a bank teller
She gets it on with this husky feller
I seen them the other day down by the YMCc
They
Weight of the world on my shoulders
But it don’t affect my posture
I walk by a mirror-like I know him ion see an imposter
Ain’t too many on my roster
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
to die"
Down by the greenwood sidie-o
"Seven years a fish in the flood"
Oh, the rose and the linsie-o
"Seven years a bird in the wood"
Down by the greenwood
our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one
Dog years
It's the season of the itch
Dog years
With
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