Lyrics:
Six point six hours, thirty seconds
I'm not here to orchestrate I'm here to navigate you
Nah, navigating is when you're directin' the energy
Then
impaling me
So call me apex
I'm a predator
I got Weinstein in my veins
My boys Are dead shots
So they don't miss-
Shooting cum shots on my face
We still
down in a passion war
Hasn't seen it happen since the day she was born
Reaching down for glasses that just can't be found
By the time she finds
in all that grime? You have got The Clairvoyant, Prisoner, Heaven
Can Wait, released the 7th of November 1988 chart position number six! Yes!
and syrums into this equation.
I hold up one mirror to another and ask 'is nothing sacred?'
I've seen the movie naked and read Alice in wonderland.
don't
in 2016. The car is powered by an 8.0-liter W16 engine that generates 1,578 horsepower and 1,180 lb-ft of torque. The engine is coupled with
different faces
(I need the baddest bitch on the pole right now)
I ain't racist, but I do like different races (Adrenaline)
I smoke a face, lift off in space
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste....
Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face.
>From Princeton, to ????? my
with a silly ass
Blank face
Second Verse
Sick of this system and its foul oppression
You dont have the right to question me about agression
Nor my
to this torch
Flame em up quick
If they try to extort
Quick bucks
From my team
7 years bad luck
3rd Ward where I'm from
I poured all my pain in a cup
I
bloch bauer's face
Reformed recidivist
She missed a kiss from a prince
Now's she's set adrift in the midst of this
This blue sky thinking pissing contest
Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
eleven years old dropped in the good
country very much"
Yeeehaw! Blacks, Whites, Arabs, Jews
Living side by side
In this country, if you know another like it
You're a fag
Arabs mad 'cause
country very much"
Yeeehaw! Blacks, Whites, Arabs, Jews
Living side by side
In this country, if you know another like it
You're a fag
Arabs mad 'cause
they love to taste
Fiends say your shit was great
You see that nigga, pinch his face
Have a seizure by the gate
We call that shit the Harlem Shake
stepping to me if you really wanna face your fears
You'll feel these lyrics long after they hit like some whiplash
Way we conjuring this shit in the studio
the
Days, days, minutes, seconds
I been stackin' up these sevens
Starin' at my reflection askin'
Myself deep questions
Yeah, I'm crawlin' through my
Head
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
I present to you
Seven pieces of my heart
Told me take a picture
So this could last long
Now I’m swimming in the liquor
It simply made the pain long
at 6 you won’t make it to 7 (7) the cops they gone be on the case till 11 (11)
Taking two hours to get the detectives (Detectives)
But you know by then
Seven how you feeling today
Are you lost in maze surrounded by your pain
And again when you turn a corner
Dead end so you continue to wander
Scream
Precious to have
Expensive to keep
But the night's treasures
Is alright by me
Everywhere and in between I see your face baby
Everything I do
I do
a change
But it seems you're stuck in your ways
I'm hoping for a chance but I never got a second glance
whenever I sit down next to you you always look away
on the rolling sea
Your face is consumed in a bruised sky's glance
By the brazen wall with your sword and lance
Where [Incomprehensible]
Where dappled maidens,
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