Lyrics:
on the hill by the wood
But I could make butterflies of flowers like you could
I'm leaving this place tomorrow
On the second I turn eighteen
Without living
her sister
Her hands on her chin, thought she was a mister
Went out disco dancing, gave my feet a big blister
Smacked in the face until I finally I
You quit school age twelve
I was almost seven
And quite impressed by your
Intelligence
Obviously you
Already knew
All that there was to know
And you end up sleeping
On the floor at your sisters house
You wake up early
Grab her keys and drive
With your suitcase by your side
And you follow street
feel safe and seven again
And you'll find there's handprints on your skin
That can't be absolved like prayer to sin
Got misdirected by directionless men
I don't sing, so I'm sorry if this sucks
But it just felt right, you know
It just felt right
Another year gone by, God do they fly
Think I'm gonna
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
This follows the precedence
Set by the Seventeen Eighty-Seven
Three-Fifths Amendment
That said an African American
Was to be considered Three-Fifths
exact precision that it's true.
That the atomic clock with an error factor of less than three seconds per millennium is set by the way we move.
leave some space
For my sisters
Yeah
I always see the greater picture
Icon living
It was written in the scriptures
If life was like a lemon
Squeeze me in
and a personal gym.
It is a true palace by the sea.
Second, the Patek Philippe Grandmaster Chime.
This watch is not just a timepiece,
but a work of art with 20
out the reason
That it took them seven years to figure something we could figure out in just a couple hours
Tryna put the pieces back together like
it
Affected by it
Know they got a void
They gotta fill it
So they partied on the weekends
To forget the problems
Always looked up to my sisters
Ever
Ten miles from Illinois
Overlooking the lake
Chicago grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me awake
Chicago showed there was nothing left for people
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
to my sister, your big brother got you
But never in life let a coward nigga twist you
A message to my niggaz, when it comes to the hood
Who the fuck in
and seven
I walk by faith and not by sight so everything gone be alright
Respond
Matthew twenty one and twenty two Believe and whatever asked in prayer is
it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking
'Cause you
eternal and pass age;
I am Buckey Seven with a pen and page;
Seven keys on a rampage;
I write scriptures on a papyrus page;
Both sides of the same page;
His Image by Reed Nelson
(When God brings us to our knees and we cling to Christ Jesus we are new people and many new things are true about us.
in a second
I told God burn this motherfucker
This a failed experiment, I'm peeling every sentiments
I guess that your father been so stubborn
I guess
Sister, I pray you’re well,
Holding out for heaven whilst you're going through hell.
Sister, how did we end up this way?
Lost to the storm but never
little sister and make him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now he's tryna house shit
But I bet you get back on some mouse shit
When I punch you in
Twenty-seven years I was searching for someone
the one who saves me from myself
then you crushed into my world
Golden hair, black nails
Devil horns
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