Lyrics:
High-calorie boggy turbinates
In an attempt to satisfy the
Second part of my quest
I went to the Rough Trade
Shop and, of course, found
No Raincoats record in
Frustration, unjust nation
Ride parked outside, just casin'
2-11, break in, throw seven
Shots to seven body parts, that's not heaven
Red Label,
Ways of the scale scientific fist, have a kiss
By the way, vanglorious!
This is protected
By the red, the black, and the green
At the crossroad!
bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
Travel around my curse universe
I'm droppin' 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert
Droppin'
to push the pram a lot.
ARTHUR: Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot -- it is
a silly place. Right.
Scene 7
GOD: Arthur! Arthur, King
for the record, it's gotta-be said,
He came in all colors - brown, white, black and red.
And some "cow-pokes" were yellow, an' these are the facts.
them Houston players
Got the two door Caprice
Black and red, like a Sega Genesis
Password first pimpin' or you can't
Get into this hangar
Access denied,
kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget
door
It's easy if you want it to be
I never thought it would
But heaven shook me
On the second and the third night
We kissed by accident
On the fourth
and talking trash
It's a red carpet, black tie, all night, celestial bash
Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water,
kinda like a visitation from a
Another dimension
By way of Old Sacramento
Evangeline's Costume Mansion
Gonna be starting up about seven
Bobble-head Taco
a' the hippy-dippy
Odds red or black
Gimme fitty-fitty
Motor-sport dripppy
Wid'da itty-bitty-tiites
Gimme fiddy-fiddy
Odds a lookin' pretty
...so-
The peasant will exit
The residence
In seven seconds
Unless they want
To taste the lead again
Enough with the pleasantries
How many yellow card
Measurements
to the flow like water skis in the red ocean
Hang like an apostrophe, any MC no Qu'ran
I prayed to the God, then prayed on their bodies all at once
Sun
on this wallpaper, ball later, gas it out, black it out on some Darth Vader shit. Another 7 decades of this, young veteran Im higher then I ever been ,
wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with
The circles and arrows
like James Bond, wit infra-red views inject propellin
Was a 7, my steps, and wit da few
I make power jewels, drop jewelz, wit da crewz
Inside a, outta
There are seven of red and there are six of white
It's the blood and truth of the stars and stripes
Through a perilous night, with our banner waved
guy
you gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
Youse a menace, your brain cells finished
Begging forgiveness, calling that
Defend this house
Under Armour shout
Steve Kerr no Bull
Robert Horry 7
Seconds to go
Big Shot Bob
Vinny D 4 3
Texas real home team
Dallas feel me
Like
Second life
Straight from your pocket
Into your veins
Green is the new black
And red is red
Old very loud
And it goes fucking far
Oh brain is
My life scrollin by
Highlights scrollin by
I see myself in your eyes
I feel so alive
You got me tongue-tied
Unravel it if you like
You can tell when
keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative
do
Todd English Pub
Seven seconds to chug
Free beer, plus this girl
Only seconds to love
But I wanted it to last
Now I need some help
I want more than
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