Lyrics:
knows
Hey
That's the way love is, baby, ooh
That's the way love is, baby
Oh Lord, Lord
Oh, that's how it is
Yes Lord, oh, ooh
Said I wake up
of the line (I like your jockey. Quiet)
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have
They Heaven's For The Church Go'ers, And Hell's For The Heathens
So I'm'a Just Ball The Fuck Out, While I'm Breathin
8th After 8th, What You Know About
turning the other eye
Mask my pain, no cameras
Been dodging fame since 97
The bridge you burned cost me a lot
I cancelled you no 7th heaven
They twitter
the only one here
That ain't holdin' me pack
Everyone's friendly
'till the dugout's empty
So she's looking for god at
The 7th street entry
I'm honest
demolish your name
Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV
Sayin' this is dedicated to the one I love
Not a swine or dove, from the heaven's up
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
[Chorus:]
This is hell, this is hell
I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse
But you get used to it after a spell
For heaven is
my man Fuquan top of fifth?
What up baby?
Ain't nothin baby holdin it down out here blazin some of this Glenwood
I'm hungrier than a hostage
an all-star line up
Like none I'd ever seen
Roger Miller opened the show with Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
Followed by Webb Pierce followed by Hawkshaw
I walk down the street people passing me by
They look you up and down
But they don't look you in the eye
I'm just another stranger in my own hometown
86 summers gone by
Bambino put a hex on the Bean
We were living on a tear and a sigh
In the shadow of the Bronx machine
Man, you could feel it
the streets till my feet got tired
'Cause I ain't wanna have my shoes on them power lines
But I made it, and it made me
I know I did wrong, I prayed to God
we're drowning
In a drop of water love
And even as I'm climbing up the stairs
I know there's heaven there
And then empty arms that comes
With
Well that summer sun was hot as hell
One look at you, it felt more like Heaven
Red lips, tanned skin underneath a clear blue sky
You and me
right here
It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, Roc
Five six seven o'clock, eight o'clock, Roc
Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the party
Ray Charles
Jimmy Lewis (indented)
[both together]
[Uh-Uh]
Wait a minute, Jimmy, look here
I'm listenin'
As I was wakin' up this
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
nigga blaze the chronic
Call nine eleven, then call your reverand
Then call heaven, here I come lord
Live by the gun, die by the gun
A eye for
there i'll slang no more of them fine white lines,
No sacks sellin' for dimes, just some chopped up bub
God's Son rockin' Heaven with a bottle of bub
Killah]
Bleed just like us, believe my pipe bust
If he holdin the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot
Up early in the morning, kick the door in,
Seven, way before Mase was a reverend
I was a young nigga making A's at 11
At 12, trying to get that taste of the Heaven
Or Hell, only time gon' tell
Fuck
In my heart I know it's a little boy
Hope he don't end up like me
Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line again
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