Lyrics:
There's supposed to be us babe
By now, by now
Now I'm all up in love, tryna find the one that I let slip away
Remember that face, for seven age
I know
Lemme tell you a little story
Bout a kid by the name of shorty
First six years smooth
Ninety seven begin to worry
Treated sorry
Abused, starved,
smartphone as hard as you want it
You know who I am (at 7am)
Vapers - with respect, which is none by the way
Why do you hate so much our precious ozone layer
complex
Step by step til you reach the apex
Right now you're alive so rejoice in that
Take a deep breath 'cause it's joy in that
Every second precious
In The Dark
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
G
In the dark
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The clock stretches on
c7sus
Slowly the seconds get lost
G
In the dark
G
I fall apart
G
In The Dark
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
G
In the dark
c7sus
The clock stretches on
c7sus
Slowly the seconds get lost
G
In the dark
G
I fall apart
G
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
wit it (Huh)
It's triple 7
I wear it on me don't call it a pendant (No)
And I got the powers 11
But I might turn evil don't call me a menace (Woah)
She
Wallabies and furlongs
To undress it
6 inch by 7 feet
Rectangle, bent
To the naked eye
It looks like a line
The lion cries
The lion cries
7 sisters, 7
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
seconds
Shit, I guess they want some mo'
Bitch
Now slyde, Bitch(x7)
Criss cross, step right
Slyde, now I'm jiggin' it
Lean left, rock right
Wipe me down in
a ghetto nigga's lullabye
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces
when the Xanny's don't work
And he panic, ears ringing, when you call he can't hear you
Every seven seconds, eyes back up in the rearview
Something
1 ounce, 2 blunts, 3 seconds
And I'm on the 4 oh 5 flying in my 6
Got a call from a 7, said she with a 9
If you add 'em up, that's more than
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
The magnificent seven
Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M.
Move yourself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
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
second guessed, but guess what this is
That’s right– you getting cut
Let me tell ya a story about that one guy that came by
He was a guy from around
(Count up sum blessings)
I jus be high feel alive in this bitch wait a minute I need me a second
Ain no emotion or smile on my lip either way she be callin
Yo, it goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like the hand on the watch
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop
To the, tick-tock yah don't
It's only me again and I'm back with the second storm
Creating a world wind in the form of my second born
Lighting, thunder, hail between
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
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