Lyrics:
somewhere else
Seen through the windows of Hell
Few million light years from home
I am searching for a different kind of
Insanity
The Babylon astronaut
Could
I've been livin' out here by the hydro towers
Tryin' to feel my feet and regain my powers
Livin' on the flight path, tryin' to feel the ground
I dont deny i'm in the public eye seems like 24/7 being
watched by a spy makes me wonder why they dont live their
own livesTheir not news
the real story
(Stop Bhad Bhabie)
Finally reached out to my dad
We met at the mall on some other shit
Pissed off by his tattoos 'cause they had
conversation by the bridge on the bench it was special
It's funny how we fell so deep in such a short time
We would go halves on a date it weren't all mine
had a vision
It appeared to me in the form of a devil
But the rebel wasn't there to see
For me this is the year to be
Head of the army, the follower
How is it even possible after all these years
And all the good Rock n' Roll heard by these ears
That nobody gives a shit at least not like they
I don't deny I'm in the public eye
Seems like 24/7 being watched by a spy
Makes me wonder why they don't live their own lives
They're not news
been
Still I can't believe the way this first year has flown
Still you catch me by surprise, when I look in your eyes
When you turn and say that you love
me crazy
I fold like a tent in a windstorm baby
Hook line and sinker you got me again
I can't help but cave in
Guess the seven-year itch didn't
Got money to go, fuck somethin', we want it all
Done worked too hard to see it fall
Seven years to get our name on the wall, Cuda called
That did it
It started on Thursday
At seven or maybe eight
You crashed into my world with a boom
You came over as a guest
I said I liked you and I confessed
By
I asked Phyllis its still another day in paradise
Is the heaven for the forever twenty seven
Could it be three years till I'm jammin' with legends?
I
sometimes is like steppin' in some fuckin' house shit
Seven years of tears in the game
Made me one of the smallest predators on this Georgia plain
In
a hater, hatin ain't where it's at
My finger where the seven and a half karats at
You ain't even gotta wonder what the women starin at
They ready
a mindstate that has perished, you shall inherit
his blood I require back, to Earth
we rise out of spiritual darkness, six thousand year curse
The lost
sir
I canot marry thee
For my beloved
Who sails out on the sea
He's been gone
For seven years
And still no man
Shall marry me
Well if he's in
Some
march in ranks with a vexed soul
To all the soldiers that were slain in the field, God bless ya soul!
[Verse 1]
This be the opening of the 7th seal
I'm
and shits
The Mac comes to spit
Let me do it to your ear baby
I'm trying to flip see I do it every year baby
Real off the laddish
Getting my cottage
Cheese
I'm gonna stand on your parade
I need to jump into your grave
Gonna stalk you I'm afraid
Wanna be your fucking pain
By the way you know it's all
loco, and year nine fezzo
And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled
By an looney b.g and hard is steel, so chill
For an second while I wrecked
In the burn centah
Tempah, pepper salt
Hashish master piece
Out the vault
Twenty seven years of hysteria, bury ya
In the gear of North America
boys stay ahead it's high tech
For this year 2000, I sell my bricks on the internet
Man I'ma wreck, break boys off and keep flossing
Prepare to roll,
Stop the bullshit, I guarantee you get hit, by Psycho Kiz
1996 to the year I quit, nothin happenin'
Fuck the yappin', and start clappin'
All these
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