Lyrics:
my pants
This feeling's so good in every single way
I want it morning, noon and night of every day
And if by chance I can not have it I can't say
Growing today
Means hurting your pride
Open your eyes
Growing tomorrow
Leaves time up for sorrow
Learn from your mistakes
Like back in 7th grade
Put
blew his brains out into the bay
In this state of mind, it's my own private suicide
Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if
I'd been standing on a corner
Since a quarter after seven
I was down to my last cigarette
And the clock in the window
At a quarter to eleven
I
It was in wildwood nj in the summer of a 84
It was my 6th or 7th time ever bein' down the shore
Ya know i never forget his face he had that ghoulish
boy
Creepin' in the 7th, down that motherfucker Saint Bernard
Overdosed on heroin, too much Xanny, God can't stand me
Fuck the standard, fuck your
black like a funeral
When you come home
I'll stop this
When you come home
I'll stop this
Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
Six
should've heard them knocked-out jailbirds sing
Let's rock; everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
the lesson
She want you there when in despair
But he don't want nothing to do with you when happy
7th Heaven is where i'm reppin
Where i'm stayin, keep your
heavens
I kill it every (Mm) session
Comme des garçon on my wedding date, ayye
You ain't pulled a girl since like the 7th grade
Lift your face up, I'm laced
Comin' home is always joy to me
Ain't a place that I would rather be
I need to see the heaven in your eyes
Cause you're the love that's always
I'd been standing on a corner
Since a quarter after seven
I was down to my last cigarette
And the clock in the window
At a quarter to eleven
I
watching
Over silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
I saw them standing in the rain
Out on 7th Avenue
He held her tight, like she might fall
If he let go
He helped her in, he shut the door
Our
Lately out of the jug
And he's still liftin' platinum falderal
Call it Hell
Call it Heaven
It's a probable twelve to seven
That the guy's only doin'
an angel
Free like I almost could fly
Drift like a cloud out over the badlands
Sing like a bird in the tree
The wind in the sage sounds like heaven
I used to tell my friends about the doors to the other side
Living in the basement of my basement on 11th
Ride the 7th month a couple - shit -
Seven by seven they head for heaven
Eight by eight their got to the gate
Nine by nine they drank the wine
Ten by ten they drank it again.
How many
wanna die i call up five
Six little reasons for homicide
This my 66th time that im up in hell
This my 7th time ive been down in heaven
Bro playing jokes
and I see you
Lord, you I see
Sugar, sugar in my mirror
In the mornin'
Instead of seein' me
I see you, babe
I see your face
And inside me
Is
man that makes me a legend
Used to watch 7th Heaven like it was Animal Planet
'Cause white people have such a different dynamic
Break in her mind
gon' die three times
And the four takes life
Five of you try to jump me
And six Angels come
To take you away to 7th Heaven
When that alcohol hit, I'm
bogged down by
The space from then to now
I'll hold you close
Til we arrive
We drive on unplowed roads these days
In our 7th January.
And as the winter
He's hangin' out the window on every Sunday drive
He's front door standin' guard, barkin' as the cars go by
He's always glad to see me, and sad
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