Lyrics:
you
For being so goddamn cute!
I've only known you for a second
Long enough to know that you're my second to none
My newfound one
No fear for I am just
me the rundown
Thank God for Jesus, the Father, He can call me His son now
Seven o'clock I see the sun
Once I was blind now I see the Son
I see clearly
flies too low
You watched me burn
Toys with your thumb between my hands
It will would be the last one, I' ever meet your demands
24-7 on a big screen,
a mandolin
Scrambling these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!
I'm a sick
Here we go again
We find ourselves in
And blindsided by another situation
In the same place
But let's all save face
Make an effort to avoid all
too much on my plate
Flow like Watergate
With nine of mine
I'd get piece of mine
Again and again
With that power of ten men
Duplicated by
extreme
Feels just like i'm in a fever dream
Seven A.M. I'm on the run
December again, it just begun
Yet in my mind's eye all I see is you
Surrounded by
city pressure
Counting coins on the counter of the 7/11
From a quarter past six 'til a quarter to seven
The manager, Bevin, starts to abuse me
Hey
Oh, I'm slime, I pray for Thug askin' God one more time
If you ain't had once, we all deserve a second chance to shine
Motherfuck that jury, I send
To let go of the things we we held so tight
The seasons go and then come back again
Nothing really ends
Shoes left by the old front door
Punch spilled
again by segregating the inferior from
The Nordics, We need gun control! Political
Expediency is crucial
And I'll benefit the economy!
With me in charge
could play 7 seconds in heaven
Or whatever that games called
Seventh heaven
Seven
Seven
Seven
That's all I see these days
Transcending possibilities
Being
leave u with slit wrists
Alcohol it's dipped in, It's all in the scriptin'
By tomorrow you know she gon' leave in an instance
Under the coffin, six feet
Life is a gift to be enjoyed, every second every minute
It's temporary, not infinite
Yet I find myself looking at the clock
Hoping for the day to fly
Me an asshole again!
Tom: What's up? I like your hair
It's very nice
Mark: You like his hair? Oh cool, thanks
He probably appreciates that a lot
Tom:
I'm manifestin' with the word again
LSD shit, last seconds in December, bitch
LSD shit, last seconds in December, bitch
This that blue flame frequency
by now
Tryin' to get paid and stay away from old sites
Find my place in life plus I like to hold mics
It might be seven whole days and seven whole
advantage and take you for granted
Call collect explainin' why I ain't came yet
I ain't winnin' the game yet can I get a rain check
Blow me a kiss in
on
Have yet to find a girl like you
See things now I didn't before
Now wishin' I had more time with you
How do you stay awake
Knowin' all I do is
a hole and Aaron Benkert stiff arms Harrow 64. Benkert breaks his second tackle, fighting for every inch, and is brought down by Williams, and its
weapon
So in event of my death when
All said and done
Know that you made me accepted by myself
Or else, these words wouldn't move amongst brethren
Seven
Alright, let me see what I got so far man
We hеre baby my heart poundin'
Come on baby, it's go time
Part I: "AHHH HA" by Lil Durk
Zel finna slide
used to always say
Don't eva think a label really 'bout to save you
It all started by that LakeView
Goin' 25/7 on they ass, do the math
That's 32 bars,
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
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