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straight
I'm always running late but, I got no stomach ache
Drugs, I was done when I turned twenty-one
I'm glad I survived that seven-year run
I lived

cricket on the flats.

Parents, coffees, kit bags, players sharing the box,
Padded up, ready to bat, wearing two pair of jocks.
Half past seven, first balls

The day you hear his voice harden not your heart on either day
The word day is in every day seven days his grace has appeared to men
In many ways If

abused by the industry

People always got somethin' to say and I don't like they tone
I get invested I know I need to put down the phone
I tell the world

lil bro raised his dome
G on side of me
Bivo lotti
More head taps then we hit bodies
7.62s feel like he got hit by rocky
Wounds bubbling up he wocky
If

7 ronin
I'm Born on the 11
Fuck is you thinking
I came from no heaven
We immigrant childen
Ain't got the same type of pigment
Sick of it
Thoughts

of these n*****s, i wear ta god n**** keep talkin you out (Out)
Call up double-O-seven i swear to god n**** he takin you out (Out)

Why you still talkin (Why

Ok.. casso...yea..phantom..
This a... this a la paragon beat by the way... ok hold up
I super-charged all my skills and i cant go back now
I got old

you and I'm so sorry
Last night I swore to myself
I love you for the rest of my life

As always, I wake at seven
As always, you are not here, by my side

a  champion
Self motivated, by a lot of practice
When we do what we do we do it with the passion  (look)

I don't hate when they say to me (uh) "you ain't gonna

mine
I've been looking in the mirror
Serenading myself
You could say a God-fearing man
Only fearing Himself
Two-to-Four-to-Seven
Got me meditating
All

all the sins that blew you away
gems on your crown
everything that comes in your way
follow you down
saw your pilgrims running low
same old design

be way more than a bow I send
And a whole other thing than the flow that kicks

You feeling the paranoia, you looking over shoulder
You know that them

afterwards I can't cuddle
I'm not of this world
But no you can't hop on this shuttle
My heart get weaker by the day
You feel it when I hug you
I put all my

Jizzle on the way home
Yea they sick
Right trick wrong nigga
I be damned if ima lick
Playing roles till I'm gone
Future coming out strong
Told her

shit
All butta so smooth like Betty crock
Got the game stewed out of ready pots yeah we hot
By the way cruise through in a heavy drop
Treat em' like

Life
A wannabe act to create shame
Or a way to get chicks to come and relay
I've got more pussy by foolin' bitches
Askin' for a kiss, the producin'

which I'm facing
It won't ever stop
That's what I know, yeah, uh, that's what I know
God loves us twenty four seven, yeah look at us we can get to heaven,

It’s 7 AM on the Monday 
You get job, it’s the first day
In your mind, there’s hurray! It’s fine

You drive car to the workplace
You think things in

Hit it
Kid, "you're way too burnt out" is the latest headline
Meeting your quota ten times over by the deadline
It's not my place, would not tell you

2 weeks today
No more of the mundane
Work for 7 hours without a break
I put in my 2 weeks today
Boy I really cannot wait
To have more time to distract

on the radio
Pick him up at seven and they're headin' to the rodeo
Momma's on the front porch screamin' out her warning
Girl you better get your red head

Back

of time
Why won't it stop so I can breathe again

Late days turn to late nights
The hours passing by
And I'm stuck in this cycle
No time stop and ask why

ain't let me work
Gotta focus on the dream now
7 year old me would tell me he want to be me now
Ain't lettin' this up 'cause I ain't ever lettin' me down