Lyrics:
Walking in the forest on a sunny summer day
Forgetting on my problems by my 7th IPA
Then I got a little tipsy (Wasted) threw up on myself
Passed out
it past the 7th row
These bitches say they know me
I'll never say they don't
I'm liquidizing all my profits till my cash grows up
From the Top Down,
mad tricks on your mind (mind)
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
Verse Three: 7th Ambassador
He
soldier, timeless, through and through
Well, I's with Custer and the 7th in '76 or '77
Scalped at Little Big Horn by the Sioux
And the tears
Knows that stayed in garages
9 da 5 taken out garbage
Caged looking for away out
Tells me baby we blessed now
Don't stress out
7th verse
No
yeah
I tell them you should do the same, hey yeah
Look, to all my relations
I put two feathers up now
It's a glorious occasion
Welcome to the 7th
without it simulate
Saw my name in lights inside a dream and copping real estate
Had to be a vision when I saw that shit in 7th grade
Ever since that day
catch me, AK
Bullets spray like jet skis, ha ha
Yeah, niggas bangin' Mini Mob and
Niggas bangin' 7th Street
Where we come from, we dumb dumb
We murder
lets do this
For the Mo Thug, 7th Sign, Thugline
For the love of Eazy, it's Ruthless
And the truth is nigga, we run this thang
Nigga better duck
hitting licks since I use to say presentate
Back in 7th grade, that was great, I was getting cake
With my slime like sito
Give her that wood, Home Depot
world order?
I'm ready to ride
Nigga, lets do this
For the Mo Thug, 7th Sign, Thugline
For the love of Eazy, it's Ruthless
And the truth is nigga, we
in the motherfuckin' house
Ice Ice Sleepy
7th Seal in the motherfuckin' house
That killa Ice Ice Sleepy
George Clooney in the motherfuckin' house
yeah
I tell them you should do the same, hey yeah
Look, to all my relations
I put two feathers up now
It's a glorious occasion
Welcome to the 7th
to the belly
Through your fuckin Pelle Pelle
I'm a silly hillbilly with
A mental condition
A backwoods devil, 7th son of perdition
A southern tradition, Boondox
and letter that he wrote me
It said my name is Dillon I'm in 7th grade
I'm ridiculed and picked on almost everyday
Yeah they push me in the halls in between
said my name is Dillon I'm in 7th grade
I'm ridiculed and picked on almost everyday
Yeah they push me in the halls in between my classes
Yesterday they
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
too long
For too long
Yeah you make me feel like
I've been locked out of heaven for too long
For too long
Oh baby yeah let's do it
Give me all, give
Heaven ain't hard to find
(All you gotta do is look)
Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation
Hopin' my information,
ain't heaven
See my grandma resting, I got so many questions I pray I see heaven
Give me the money but you can't give me heaven
You know the day I go, man
From the new album "Time The Conqueror"
GIVING THAT HEAVEN AWAY
By Jackson Browne
Pretty Nova, one year over
Legal age of consent
In the flower
hit it two times (two)
You know what happens by the third, hit a few times (hahaha, uh, yeah)
No judgement 'cause everybody has to make a little, uh
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