Lyrics:
Better raise those feet when we’re going over train tracks
Don’t know if it’s my OCD,
Or if it’s superstitious me,
but i’ve been like this all week
When I was down you stood by me
Never had to ask for anything
You found the best there was in me
Remember all those rainy days
Never ever lost the faith
that I own up,
a nice guy, but dont cross me for a push over,
Remember high school days,
winters was colder,
rhyming at the bus stop to keep your hands
And the anxiety
Coming back and never leave
Seven days a week
Pretending that I'm not afraid
But this way I feel
Help me fill the void
Walking through the trees
line, its like 2 or 3
Hoping she can get through to me
And this shit was all a dream
But naw I ain't get no sleep (nahh)
I hussle seven days
dollar
Burnin' seven days a week
Gimme agency and patience, see I'll make it
We won't wait for what we want
But I got baited by my bloated self-esteem
I
jumping week to weekend you can never be like me naw you ain't seen the things I seen
Start my day off puffing sour every phone call offin powder gold
me
You heard that right baby life is sweet
Feeling good vibes 7 days a week
Kicking it back by the poolside
Yeah you know I'm down for a good time
You
some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
to die
Police lights litterin streets beneath my feet
Fifty stories below I can here them hollering, "Freeze
It's all okay, just give it another day."
They
of stale reunion bread
And got killed by one of her seven Siamese cats.
Never did want an American short-hais 'cause they've got bones to pick.
All
calloused hands once told
A story honest as it's old of sowing seeds
And setting sail.
But now our hands are soft and weak
And working seven days a week
husband
7 days a week you'll play
And if you don't do what I say
Straight to hell
Straight to hell
Straight to hell
Straight to hell
By your command
the beats, cause I bring the heat to the streets
About to act bad, and I ain't been home for a week
I want to see ends, I also want to see ends meet
The last
Sally, whew, ?That Girl?
Sally is a girl that likes to play
And if you want some lovin' Sally is okay
She has a different fellow every day of the week
Two
with me
[Nicole - Verse Two]
Intensity, made me sweat a brother majorly, I
Was sure it was you, you that was paging me
All the seven days
The calendar year is an imperial narrative. The seven-day week is an imperial infliction. Circannual holidays are imperial flag-posts. Mechanical
money takin food
Out of childrens stomach
3 weeks in the streets
Watch the good feelins plummett
Wasted so many days starin
At the cielin blunted
Can't
the fuck?) how can I remain a man of seven figures
When I'm rushed by gold diggers everytime I get bigger? (Ch-ching)
Like David Banner, when I tweak I turn
and you're hatin' it, you wanna leave
The crowd your with, lead your own life
But I know you're scared of it
In a week there's 7 days 168 hours
a freak
Having Cape Cod sex seven days of the week
From the Ocean Mist shows you were there from the start
You're like the left ventricle, the biggest
the first time I kissed your lips
I knew right then we would never be apart
Check this out girl
You can count on me
You can call on me seven days a week
myself with a hockey stick (hockey stick)
My boss thinks I'm a jerk, I didn't get that raise
I haven't changed my underwear in twenty-seven days
myself with a hockey stick (hockey stick)
My boss thinks I'm a jerk, I didn't get that raise.
I haven't changed my underwear in twenty-seven days
Discuss these 7 days a week by project pat Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In