Lyrics:
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
want them to?
In a fancy restaurant we were all aglow,
Keeping cool by mutual permission.
How did the conversation get
To where we came to blows?
We
Her face stuck in a magazine
His white shirts
Still hanging in rows on the closet door
She still hurts
Fragments of you live on
Why do you stay home?
there
Where the heroes sit by the river
With a magic in their music as they eat raw liver
You stand there captain we all look
You really are
[Lynch]
The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty
Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me
I'm
(ooh-oh, oh, oh, ooh-oh, oh, oh)
I remember lookin' in the mirror, knowin' I was gifted
Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas
Family
Blew up the bridge and into the mornin' (mornin')
A long clock ring
Was it your daily routine?
Your coffee's cold by now
Her face stuck in
Day
Ten, let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for
just wanna new zip code for an old dream
Lost in an appetite now the big apple might
Find her habit of a queen
Feel the negro that's filled with
cut off screen digital'd by mugs
One point, oh seven three distilling mugs
Alter top of heads and make them nasty-like
One point, oh five
Put in
racin' to her place
Talking to myself, preparin' to tell her to her face
She open up the door and didn't wanna come near me
I said, "One second, baby,
I'm lucky number seven! I'm in a happy place...
The sun is always shining and there's always a smile upon my face!
I see a penny and I pick it up,
I took my baby on a Saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you?
Yes we're one and the same
Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle has happened tonight
copycats
Copy raps, I will not be that, I'm y'all ass 24/7, 10/4 copy that
Aftermath in this bitch nigga, what you gon' do about it huh?
Nothing, yea,
7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2
Happy people divided by 1
Leave nothing, nothing, none
You got 2 again, you got 2 again
You used to love me once and now, you
ex-husband
We could be ex-wife
But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life
Alone, alone
Half an hour is seven hours
One day is several
In the sheltering shade of the forest
Calling calming silence
Accompanied only by the full moon
The howling of a night wolf
And the path under my
Up in the diamond slide-tray
Gun in your face, slide it right away
Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas
We got
Up in the diamond slide-tray
Gun in your face, slide it right away
Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas
We got
life’s meant to be.
Eyes locked, we’re lost in the beat,
In this perfect rhythm, we feel complete.
Side by side, we face the night,
Together, we’re
weed left in my tray
I know that my eyes glazed, I grow so I don't pay
Pick up the pace, up the smoke to the face
And you know it's the bomb, you can
with wine and ghost
We are wrought with breath and dirt, washed in second sight
Woven through the earth, wreathed in rings of light
We will wield
all you've got!
And
They all come in,
Two by two,
Buy two and get one free,
Three for four
Five, six, seven, more
Cheque's in the post
Bodies
in the game
Fake faces blow their chances
But loving you feels oh so good.
Love unwinds mistakes we've made
And life heals as it should
Days roll by
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