Lyrics:
the clouds in the heavens
('Cause)
Let this groove light up your fuse
It's alright (alright) alright
Let this groove set in your shoes
So stand up
for the second we clock
You in the curfew
Call it a rorsarch blob test, but na
Like a 7th generation jet
I put time in my craft
Approaching the aisle
tonight, I'll make it right
Spend the rest of my time with you by my side
Now if this life gets the best of me
And all the fame starts to fade away
Just
my knife'll have your ass
Seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point
Sacred jewels found in heaven
Carved off the cornerstone bread without the leaven
North to the south east to the west
Blessed is the seven cause
Navigator
Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators
I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel me
Boom bap and slap that ass silly
This is
7 prolly keep me out of heaven
Said the Trey 5 7 prolly keep me out of heaven
Watch me eat these drugs and put my life up on a pause button
I'll boom
terrortories true warriors, stand tough
Two livin' legends with the gifts of seven
Grab your glass as we pour one more sip of heaven
This is history right here
Putting song together ain't no puzzle like yahtzee
Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee
Let me introduce myself on this cut
I'm Adrock, I'm lit
I grab it
Run up in your house we love the static
Mickey mouse ears on the glock and I blast it
Shoot at your team then I aim at your captain
This is
These
Crackers tryna sue me!
Wake up to your favourite actresses, my
Life is like a movie, boy!
Let's get this money
Then let's make it stack
Then let's
Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by Thy money. They kingdom come...money, They will be done...money, on Earth as it is in money. Give us this day our
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit
Living in sin and I ain’t tryna change
Your life for mine i wouldn’t want to exchange
It started of strange
But this the fuel to my rage
Hit that goddamn
your attention
Let us in with the benediction
Our father who art in heaven
I pray you free me from my demons and keep me level
I know you kept my out
trains?
Do you tag your name on angel wings?
I don't know how time works in heaven, but it's been a minute
Write me back, lil vic
This could be
scientists
This is it, 'The Apocalypse', I see the mother ship above the cliff
Over Egypt, it made me sea sick, I see the eclipse
And the abyss, the night
at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit
leave you behind
Make up your mind
Stop marching in time
Get in line
You better make up your mind
We're gonna get on up
Five by five
And this
like
Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second
Make dirt, day Heaven
I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder
Spray seven at your back
a club or papers by the pile
just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you
at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt
so to the flam lovers
Putting song together ain't no puzzle like yahtzee
Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee
Let me introduce myself on this cut
I'm Adrock, I'm lit
band I found called Fugazi
Dude, seriously, this band is gonna save your life
Who stole my Walkman?!
Who stole my Walkman?!
Who stole my Walkman?!
Who
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