Lyrics:
yawnin'
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin' drawers
Tryin' to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those
now!
Seven thousand kings I've slain
And seven thousand years I've waited
You're free now!
When the light of the moon
Is reflected in red
When there's
punishable by law
If you make more than half a million
You make over five hundred thousand a year
Sam want thirty-seven percent of that
Which is almost
The legend of seven catacombs ( Christus Leprosus)
The year 1886 the yellow fever plague razed a village.
Fear is taking drastic and harsh attitudes
cauterised
By years of useeless heartache
Every shallow nights reaction sounding twisted up and wrong
These last years
Years gone down to the showtime
Music put to a great poem by William Blake
A bit on the artsy fartsy side 7 years later,
but cool at the time
Pitched down to Swans territory,
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
sixteen years old, the cop thought his phone was a glock
In the hood is a everyday happenin'
A friend of the priest say she chose out the captain
She
to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour without restin'
Yo
of people are still mad at me
From year 5, year, 6 it ended at year 7
My trouble years, this is true like the destruction of 9/11
I went down the wrong
"And apparently, he met up with this ten-year-old"
"And the now the kid's sayin' he got molested"
Molested by who? "By Kevin"
Nah, it's gotta be
away] one light-year - two light-years three light years - four light-years five light-years - six light-years seven light years - eight light-years nine
From the coast of gold across the seven seas
I'm traveling on far and wide
But now it seems I'm just a stranger to myself
And all the things I
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
he's yawnin
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherf***in drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full
"After 7 years on a dusty shelf
The book seemed unreal
For 7 years in an ancient rhyme
The fate of a girl was sealed"
In the attic I was
Does he tell you when you're wrong?
Well I've been watching you for hours
It's been years since we were born
We were perfect when we started
I've
And you'll have servants to wait on thee"
"It's seven years since I had a sweetheart
And seven more since I did him see
Seven years I will wait upon him
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
[Originally by Dinah Washington]
If you wanna have fun come home with me
You can stay all night and play with my TV
TV is the thing this year, this
Pt 1
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, yo
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like
My name is Billy Austin
I'm Twenty-Nine years old
I was born in Oklahoma
Quarter Cherokee I'm told
Don't remember Oklahoma
Been so long since I
Evelyn sits by the elevator doors
It's been thirty seven years since James dies on St. Patrick's Day in 1964
But she could not hold it against
Seven years, I've been washed behind my tears like seven years
Tryna write off the cost of my fears, seven years
Long roads on edge, wandering, will
.png/286px-Ten_Years_After_(1970).png "Ten Years After")
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