Lyrics:
slugs struck the Escalade
Your brain rest on what Motor City paved
No more sunny days
(Seven by seven) Rule seven, some'in you better tell 'em
Good
and not a meal ticket
Let the beat play, I wish I could see a day
With no he-say, she-say, I just wanna see Trey
Wanna play the Hood and not **** with
no second time to appreciate
First of all, you better count your blessings
When you got C.L. now you got bad boy, your connections
In return,
it's time to jettison
The world's passing by I think it's bout time that they let us in
My medicine is like better gin
Ice cold juiced sentiments
By
cloak my footsteps, my signs nowhere to be found
No place to hide, no walls around
I'm buying ticket for my last train ride
I'll never be the one
his place in a second
Without a doubt he was a blessing
I really hope he knows that I miss him
I can't breathe, I'm choking
The world crashed down on my
shit was far from legal
Wrong place in a buick regal
Check under that seat look in that
Lil box in the trunk, it's sure illegal
Hold up better pump your
Consider it a trial by faith, living in His grace
Take the Father's hands, welcome His embrace
The world's a better place with child-like (Faith)
Life is so
You get picked on by another
Better go and run for cover yeah
Johnny run away, run away, now, Johnny now
Johnny run away, run away, now, Johnny now
second guess it
Why did I second guess it
Everyone keeps saying
You’re so out of place
And I keep thinking
God I’m so out of place
They’re all thinking it
like I was made in order to make other people
Feel good
Look better than I ever could
Like you'll always be someones second choice
Cause no ones
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III is the name of an Iron Maiden vocalist and is also the name of the second track on Godspeed You Black Emperor!'s EP, Slow
visual
Silencer make the bullets tippy-toe
I don't give a fuck, never gave fucks
Always knew that a better day'd come
Haven't been asleep, seven day
boogie when I'm bored
Let me fly, but lately I've been feeling sore, tryna sore
I talk about my future like it's just about to happen
Get smacked by
really think you are too blunt
Not for better, not for worse, but sometimes its too much
You are talented, amazing, You are smart, and always caring
Im
takin' damage as well
Droppin' 10 stacks for a stu in the back
Hoppin' to see sevens before reachin' Heaven's gates
Or that other place
Might get a warm
Ya
We the north
Nothing to something
Real rap
All my life
It's like I always come in second place
Yeah second is okay but
I'm ready to be first
I'm
hope she loves me
So I just done this private show I'm doing Footlocker promo
And judging from the postcode it was Shoreditch or Soho
Did 6 or 7
to recompense the righteous
And indeed, the reward of the hereafter is better for those who believe and fear Allah
And keep their duty to him, by abstaining from
in the vicinity
The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam
Bam, bam your body drop, Van Damme, karate chop
The Beretta's a better competitor
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
I say we gotta stop
I say we gotta fly
Take it to the top
Waving as I go by
Rising on up
On my wings so fine
Say we got a ticket
To the stars we
a lick
Omerta, that's the code, no sixty-nine, you better not fuckin' snitch
Sixty-eight got sixty eighths, get pulled over, I up the stick
Sixty-seven, he
Time to step away from my home
Many different places that I go
Time to step away from my roads
Please don't leave it vacant in my soul
Time to step
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