Lyrics:
7: Eleven
Sitting by the window
Watching all cars go by our house
Watching how the wind blows
Carrying the butterflies across the tree tops
I'm
Ayy
Woke up in woke up in
Soundin' real godly
Quavo
Seven Rollie grams of flex
Woke up in Paris
Broke all the mirrors (that lean)
Must mean
the embarrassment
Of gettin' caught carryin'
They hit me homie with calendars
He was talented
And I'm still fightin' cases out in
Maryland and breakin' up marriages
Hit your block like a comet- blah! And
You all know what time it is
2012, mark your calendars
Calisthenics and silencers
Exercisin' that trigger strap,
I'm Henry VIII I Am
Herman's Hermits
(MurrayWeston)
- written in 1911
- popularized in England by Harry Champion
I'm Henry the eighth I am
Henry
There's hit your block like a comet
And you all know what time it
Is 2012 mark your calendars
Calisthenics and silence is exercise
And that trigger strapped
(Wake up)
Going on ten minutes, oh five seconds
(And why can't you ring and tell me?)
Arrow in green as used by the bandmates
(Why can't you ring?)
Six point six hours, thirty seconds
I'm not here to orchestrate I'm here to navigate you
Nah, navigating is when you're directin' the energy
Then
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
The pages of the calendar
Are flyin' off faster as I get old
And if I had a second take
I'd wanna make the same mistakes
Except for the clothes
a crack dealer by the name of peter
Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter
He said I had his girl, I said "now what are you? stupid?"
But he tried
might've (7th Ward) lost the second World War (7th Ward)
Yup, Ruby such an animal (7th Ward)
Seventh Ward Dragon, when I breathe, it's fuckin' flammable
The minutes and seconds
On analog clocks go
Second by second
Sixty seconds in one minute
Tick tock tick
Go till you finish
Second by second
Sixty seconds in one
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
And a hundred other boys and girls
And all that you have done
We picked up the trail at the seven crowns
One of your cronies, he was doing your rounds
We
It's another year that came and went
Distracted by the bustling
Of feet that drag the pavement
Without ever missing a beat a beat
A beating that we
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
in my possession for my seconds on the stage
For my name up in lights and multi million record sales
I done gave up my life, can't get a moment
way
In and out of daylight
Forcing smiles through countless days
Dreading nights unending
Eternity unfolds by seconds
As time itself slows down
From
There's supposed to be us babe
By now, by now
Now I'm all up in love, tryna find the one that I let slip away
Remember that face, for seven age
I know
seconds
If I was cloned never would I be alone
Just the two of us motherfuck the Lexus
Strange fruit be hangin' in Texas
Rope be holdin the necks
tick by
But there's no where else in world
Where I want to spend my time
Calendars tick off the years
As we reach every new milestone
I don't care how
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
of the Mayan calendar,
52 weeks by a year.
Intergalactic
space travelers from Phoenix.
Past life on Venus,
their speech was affricative.
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