Lyrics:
Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin' somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me
And she says "is
keeps rappin'
Four two one two, the shit moves at warp speed
Dynamic seven, navigation of the coppers
Moving in crystals, operating light speed
I see
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
have is yours
Step by step and day by day
Every second counts I can't break away
Leave no trace
Hide your face
(All I desire)
Temptation
(Keep
(yeah), hand on the pine
Bitch touch and now your mama do the second line
Screens fallin' from the sky, syrup fallin' in my cup
Old school Chevy thang,
Here we go again
We find ourselves in
And blindsided by another situation
In the same place
But let's all save face
Make an effort to avoid all
have is yours
Step by step and day by day
Every second counts I can't break away
Leave no trace
Hide your face
(All I desire)
Temptation
(Keep
a covenant that I was changing by my luck is bent
Quite disgusting when reality tainted, where the fuck you been?
Left him face down like he was planking
In
Of Peace in the valley
Their eyes grew wide
As the message was carried
By 7 solemn messengers
It was said they'd reached their goal
Indorsing the believers
It's to the point that I'm giving in
I'm second hand drunk on your love and I wish you were mine
I talked to Mr. Daniel's, he's dressed in black
He says
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus' name, Amen
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had
The first time I ran away I saw
Faces in the dreams I heard
Voices in the storm they say
Uh, uh, water falls
Uh, uh
The second time I ran
"Tick Tock
Time on the Clock
Time Goes by but it just wont stop
Tick Tock
Time on the Clock
Time Wont Stop!
its 7 in the morning
we better get up
They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here
Started my grind where crime festers
And nines showing like they in they second trimesters (pregnant)
That's why when niggas throw a shot or two online
I
They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here
and peso cigars drove me outside for some air
Somebody whispered "Your life or your money," I reached but my gun wasn't there
I woke up face down in
breakin'
Even in the 7th Ward with bag of dope, boy
Hope the smoke will clear out by the mornin'
Got me choking, boy
Whatchu hopin', boy? That we broken
& jealousy, the faces it adorns.
And though I walk the valley in the shadow of my deeds,
Consider this, it's always there; the ends to meet the needs.
I give
We put the windows down and our heads out
As we're driving towards the denying
Work the 9 to 5 can go by quick
Take your vitamins read your morning
the deal
Check the hairdo of course it ain't real
Then I looked down she was fat in the front
I asked how long, well about seven months
Oh how time
the deal
Check the hairdo of course it ain't real
Then I looked down she was fat in the front
I asked how long, well about seven months
Oh how time
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
baby father, cause I got a fuckin' head on my shoulder
And lead in my holster, face on the poster
The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta'
But you
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