Lyrics:
they see me now) yeah
I'm steps away, I can't stop now (I can't)
No, I won't let you waste my time (yeah)
Surrounded by some millionaires (oh-whoa)
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the Seven
drop
911 call the cops
There's a bitch snitch
Ain't that a bitch
I can't trust nobody in this son of a bitch
I get rich on the fakers who hate
Yeah, I know you’re struggling right now
We all are in different ways
It’s like a new world that we don’t even know
It’s hard to sleep, even harder
I swear I hate these hoes
Yeah, you know, yeah, we know
Psych, you don't know
Keep it on the low-low
Told a nigga, "Lay low" (lay low)
Seven
are one
We will, we will, we will, we will fly
Seven, seven, seven, seven seas
In the sky
A sacred mind it has awoke
The location was known by few
can't go home but I hate it here
Oh, why'd I ever go and leave the farm anyway?
Thought the city my help me take my blues away
But the cars go by
read on the side of the road
The next town is 125 miles away
And these very words came into his mind. He said
By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll
the paper
That has given me my freedom, once a-[C] gain
The Governor said I'm sorry
That new evidence came seven years too [D] late
Go [G] home and start your
The general a criminal do low
Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I
momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes torn out
Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's
End of the race, a smiling face
One nation pulled together
A promise made, the darkness fades
Resistance starts to sever
The time was right, to shine
so much pass me by
I thought you were here to stay
But things never go my way
Things are never simple
Like
Crazy Stupid Love Actually isn't like Harry
spellchecker
You should never
Write words using numbers
Unless you're seven
Or your name is Prince
I hate these word crimes
You really need a
Full time
damn, everyday I am, got damn
Everyday I am
Got damn, everyday I am, got damn
Everyday I am
I'm the seven headed monster
Brought on by revelations
Children go where I send thee
How should I send thee?
I'm gonna send you eight by eight
Eight for hate that stood at the gate
Seven for the seven that
became an obsessive gambler
And Sally was locked up for prostitution
The whole smuggler gang has buried six feet under
And I drank our cheap booze
be mad (hey, mad)
'Cause damn, look at that ass, yeah
Five, six, seven, eight, uh
Let them bitches hate
Seven, eight, nine, ten (ten)
You
Earl ]
I'm the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh
Preacher Earl and I'm considered a superstar
Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll
By the time I
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
by my fate
I traded love for hate
Now I just sit and wait
Goodbye don't say goodbye
I'd rather die
Than say goodbye
Ten, nine, eight,
by my fate
I traded love for hate
Now I just sit and wait
Goodbye don't say goodbye
I'd rather die
Than say goodbye
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