Lyrics:
a high
Close call last year
Rather be blind spilling liquor on accident
That's mean don't ask me that type of question high
I did it hell yes Linda
There's
Tre throwed off my whole vibe
Honestly, Jesus Christ
God damn it
I hope you get abducted by aliens
I smell like beef
Ay
Yeah I, woke up still drunk
a high
Close call last year
Rather be blind spilling liquor on accident
That's mean don't ask me that type of question high
I did it hell yes Linda
There's
Get lost..
Sir.. Flag day, sir..
Buy one flag, Sir..
What are you selling these flags?
Sir, Flag day is celebrated by our Government every year
(Ghost)
Oh you're a fan? i don't believe it
How do i know, I'ma tell you the reason
You only me know me from my seven years remix
Check all my releases, my
yeah, ey, look
In my summer clothes and my summer robe
Imma do it like I did it seven years ago
Pop it off and keep it bumpin', shit about to blow
I just
A solid seven
But what I love is non-asthetic
The next question is
Who is great and who's the goat
That's something only you should know
I'm living out my
the street from 7/11
Across the street from pollards chicken
Get a roll, its finger licking
Many fiends, that's lighters flicking
Brutal winters, it was
hostile
Something that's for your soul don't hate the flow
If you don't know it by now what's up my name is Smooth
I'm that gospel rap kat seven years
show and tell
Then seven years later
I'm producing by myself
I don't look to conform
So a nigga stands out
This is the new norm
So fuck it if you hating
Years ago, oh no
Patience was low
Out of control
The thing is that I know I'm on ice, yeah
I'm difficult to get by and
I surely like to step
They were born in Alba Longa
from the true King´s daughter
Blessed by Mars, she gave birth to twins
A thread to the Usurper
Worried the King ordered
And though the rap world is ever crowded
If heaven allows it
I'll keep writing for the seven thousand
I know you're out there, I still get the emails
the way you look that much
Oh, baby, you should go and love yourself
My mama don't like
Once I was seven years old, my mama told me
Go make yourself
righting my wrongs
Telling me why, shit I should know
Seven years old I start to get cold
We go to the store said pick out a coat
It wasn't the Nike one
the whole nightlong
'Til she wished the short night had been seven years long
And its home, boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own
and do a donut
My aura from the floor up ain't made up, this no Sephora
Chillin' hittin' reefer by reefs in Bora Bora
Got all of my homies touring, we
The way you're treated is dependent on your race (That's true)
Channel 7 on the news spread lies
We innocent but our colour is the crime
Racial tension
anyone
Remember the year I stole
Seven hundred dollars from my dad's place
Where family is, heaven is, but
These days I can't be sure if I'm happy
never again- and if i lose my job- i'll be drinking by profession- lose my license for a year is part of the consequence- then enroll in a.a. with all my
learned
Waist deep in those fields of gold
7 tons of steel and a twelve year old
Working hard just to keep it in a straight line, on the Combine
Hand
Or stayin at relatives well get a place of our own
And even though the feelin was good
Don't get it twisted naw money we still in the hood
Now a years gone by
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
little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man,
.png/286px-Ten_Years_After_(1970).png "Ten Years After")
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