Lyrics:
knows when I'm just teasin'
But it's not likely in the season
To open up a passenger train.
Of a small town
Southern man
Finally death
Came callin'
For this small town
Southern man
He said it's alright
'Cause I see angels
And they got me
By
you and watch you drop out, Romani Kandi
That's eleven Gs, angel from heaven, she's
Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain checkin' weaves
I
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
It on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
Be
E baby debbie tell me did
Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
Player my position, hot
I wish that heaven had visiting hours
So I could just show up and bring the news
That she's gettin' older and I wish that you'd met her
The things
evergreen!
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playin'
Even the palms seems to be swayin'
When they begin
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
wrist and fuck my bitch
And then take me in the abyss"
Hot boy from the 7th Ward
Ready to burn it all!
Hot boy with them devil horns
Making them angels
Come and take a ride with me
We'll stay out till 11
I'm from NYC and she from 7th Heaven
Good looks, rage, envy, you know she had to get it
I'll take
th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's
up to glory
They'll take me away from this land
I'll head this old truck up to heaven
'Cause I'm a truck driving man
Well, pour me another cup
suppress it
Plus the knowledge got a little tainted
So I had to come correct it
God Body 911
I blew up with a message
Numerology heaven
Long Live Seven
Wake
, there's a showing
But don't forget to crawl
Want to know it in a secret?
The letters will fall
The 7th number ain't a wonder
When the writings on the wall
It's uhh November 6th, 1945 and we... went up to...
and uhh, back to the house and watched MTV...
and playin' Pac-Man... it's all really gross
Town, in the hot noon hours
There's palm-leaf shadows and scattered flowers
Beggars crouching at the gate
Help comes, but it comes too late
By marble
, there's a showing
But don't forget to crawl
Want to know it in a secret?
The letters will fall
The 7th number ain't a wonder
When the writings on the wall
was in my front yard
Playin ball every day after school in 7th grade
Too be honest I would pay my life to see my sister one more day
But fuck it ima
Playing a forty five
Sitting next to you
Thinking of a fantasy
Wishing it come true
Stratosphere of love
Waiting up above
Take me by the hand
Kingdom keys RPGs
We unlock it
Nuclear warheads
Prophetic rockets
Wars on wars
The mist of heaven from the1st to da 7th
Three and a half days in
phrased a little different
Whatever happened to my beautiful innocence
I can't remember when but it faded away
Got lost along the shuffle 'bout the 7th
no frontin'
Choices need to be made on the 7th
A catch 22 in my midst, 'cause either way I'm fucked
Go to trial where I'll probably lose, or take my
(Fuckin' punk, pussy bitch)
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac (I'll fuck you up, boy)
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not (never)
your side
I move heaven and earth just to be with you
I move heaven and earth just to stand by you
Watch the sun rise
And me saw it go down again
And I
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