Lyrics:
Back before 1789
We had to make the constitution a law
But I refused to sign on the line
Until we had amended a flaw
A big one
See, we just
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
A7sus4 A7 D D/C D/B A7sus4
Linda the lover goes home every Sunday morning and leaves the funnies
prescriptions
And sexing these women
Told to strap up
STD hiv get you rapped up in a caskets
Just cause you don't wanna wrap
I see ya pain
I see ya flaws
Been
to see yourself become a villain
I went from the favorite, to the most hated
But would you rather be underpaid or overrated?
Moral victories is for
this
On some Phat Kat shit
Carte Blanche, ought not
Try to light this wick dynamite stick
With die tonight Bic
Quick i be like
Godfather J I see you
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
wit my dogs
Why must I chase the cat
It's in me baby that's all
How you are perfect
Once you learn embrace all ya flaws
Knowing ya worth mean
It's
When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are laid out one by one
A wonderful part of the mess that we made
We pick ourselves undone
All of your
mon cœur depuis toujours
W SSa7ra maghribiyya depuis toujours
Tu détestes mon nom je suis ton mauvais cauchemar
C'est moi ta phobie tu as peur de me
burning fires
Seven your desires
I am he, the born-less one
The fallen angel watching you
Babylon, the scarlet whore
I'll infiltrate your gratitude
burning fires
Seven your desires
I am he, the born-less one
The fallen angel watching you
Babylon, the scarlet whore
I'll infiltrate your gratitude
You will not see the end of it
The day monster mayhem drop
There will be the start of some killah shit
7ft tall (Ooh)
7ft tall (Ooh)
7ft motha
everything I sees
Every bit of land to the seven seas
Fill a soundtrack with my memories
with my thoughts, with my flaws, with my energies
Big smoke now you
happiness have if its reliant on dying joys
Pfftt who fucking cares about you
July thirty second, twenty 69, twenty seven million three hundred and thirty
You know how to get there quit playing
Take 410 and exit 7
Exit 7 where we stay
Marbach where we lay
Exit 7 Exit 7 Exit 7 uh huh
Exit 7 Exit 7 Exit
ZAPATERIA LLOYD (F) Alex Reyes, David Seitz, JH Ortega
Produced by Ignacio Umérez
Cover Art by Richard Hardy
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dyslexic
Came in the game on a guest list
No I came in the game unexpected
I overstayed I finessed it
I just want blessing and blessings
See no flaws in my
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
be without ya
I just wanna lay by your side
I wanna see love through your eyes
Tonight, just you and I
For all my life
'Til the day I die
Oh, oh
In those last five seconds where you gave into your demons
In those last five seconds when you realize you wanna stop breathing
In those last five
I'm doing this for me
Can you see? I'm just like you
You hear my out of tune Muse
You hear its dark views
You see the Lightning in its eyes
You see
Yea
Contrary to popular opinion
Its a grace to realize the one common denominator is you
Thank you
Looking in the mirror all I see is me being messy
on the leading edge of life
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