Lyrics:
to be stronger
But what they want her to be is weak
She could play pretend
She could join the game, boy
She could be another clone
Ooh, whoa ah, yeah
a time like then
I put on my paper so I could come back to them
Someday I'm hopin' to close my eyes and pretend
That this crumpled up paper can be
not lie still
I seemed to be surround by a mystery
So heavy and oppressive I could scarcely breath
For days and weeks I wandered aimlessly in this
all the rain and pain
You gotta keep a sense of humor
Gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit
Remember that
Just keep ya head up
that gleam in the distance could be heaven's gate
A long-awaited treasure at the end of my cruel fate
Seven Cities of Gold
With stories that fired
that gleam in the distance could be heaven's gate
A long-awaited treasure at the end of my cruel fate
Seven Cities of Gold
With stories that fired
't talk to me, she won't talk to me
Now you're nervous with the fever
Body beat and never quit
I'm in heaven when I see her
Won't you talk some little
to be stronger
But what they want her to be is weak
She could play pretend
She could join the game, boy
She could be another clone
Ooh, whoa ah, yeah
It's such a tired game
Will it ever stop?
How will this all play out
Of sight, out of mind now
By now, we should know how to communicate
in Heaven, they won't belong to me and you
There'll be no such thing as broken, and all the old will be made new
And the thought that makes me smile
to leave quickly
Youngest Bone nigga, 7th Sign mastermind, y'all get wit me
[Chorus]
We steppin' inside the party, Mardi Gradi
Now give me a shot
for him lifetime's fears disappear
Once a Jesus suffered,
Heaven could not see him.
And now my ship is sinking,
The captain stands alone.
even
You could call me "Babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season
Write this down
I'm staying at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks
for him lifetime's fears disappear
Once a Jesus suffered,
Heaven could not see him.
And now my ship is sinking,
The captain stands alone.
mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big
dress this well
My heaven 24/7
That's heaven (heaven only knows)
That's heaven to me, yeah
What's heaven to you? Yeah
That's heaven to me, yeah
Welcome all you listens and viewers tuned into station PFX
In what could be the final conflict in the 7th world series
Here we are in the danger
mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH
Before reconsidering, this Hell with you
It ain't
a landslide
You know it was a landslide
My head was saying this is the man
My heart agreed
My minor desires turned to major needs
My needs won't be denied
It
on foreign streets
But I could not vote
But now you walk by me
You won't talk to me
Say this is my fate
But every time you walk the streets boy
the pop loc, you bought me soda pop
My nigga cartoon, Lil Noock & Pete Both from the north
We meet in 7th grade on the B-Ball court
Just like the homie
protesting
But having the threat of abbas was handy
'Cause he had plans for post the 7th
Like he quit spinning cotton candy
He won't be making no concessions
Then at fove or six or seven
You know I'd be in heaven
If at eight or nine or ten
I could be with you again.
When the hands are embracing
Is it rainbows
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