Lyrics:
thought I'd give you
Just seem to pass us by
(No matter how we try)
I hope you understand
This is not what I had planned for us
Heaven only knows if our
I could ask for my forgiveness
From the heavens high above
Tell myself my prayers are gonna somehow be enough
And lay down in some angels bed
join the impossible swing
And fall hard beside you
Screaming at the bowels of everything
And in the Islington morn
You're the angel of 8th
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
No I can't (No I can't) Get enough (get enough)
Through the ups and the downs without a doubt You've been by my side
Held me up off the ground when I
You who live in heaven
Hear the prayers of those of us who live on earth
Who are afraid of being left by those we love
And who get hardened by
We could be away from here
By ten o'clock tonight
Pennies won't get us to heaven, I know
But a borrowed car just might
Look through my wallet
Had Free lunch in the 7th grade
A Free spirit, nigga never hate
God get me outta hell for Heaven sake
My deep lyrics who could relate
Trapped in
I remember a math teacher I had in 7th grade,
he talked down to me about every single day.
And to make the matters worse, the bastard failed me too
gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker
Come on daddy?
I didn't mean nothin' by it
But when it come to, fuckin' with you MC's
Send a message to God in Heaven
I'm thankful to be alive
Cause you sleep from 11 to 7
And work hard from 9 to 5
Cause can't nobody last forever
I told dad I felt that I was old enough to leave
He sat there at the table I looked him on his face
He never spoke another word till he said
wanna die i call up five
Six little reasons for homicide
This my 66th time that im up in hell
This my 7th time ive been down in heaven
Bro playing jokes
the days
We didn't dwell on our fait
Blowing wit T60t and Crazo on 7th
On Mook and paCman on 8th
Watching For The Enemies
While we Still up On The Creep
the record that be the reason my legacy's manifesting
I direct godsend from the 7th heaven
If you're a believer encourage my progression
but also get the last of me
Make a n**** wonder how you put together naturally
I know it prolly make no sense but this like 7th sense
The way I feel
Heaven Father, let me lead by example
Let me be Your servant
Give you the true word that's spoken
Have ya heard it? Have ya noticed?
Don't be deceived by
Hey (let me pour a round)
Everybody knows
Everybody
Let me start this by sayin' that you're the one I want
A mistake ain't a mistake if you do
Sometimes the going gets a little tough
Seems like my best ain't good enough
Keeps you losing sleep
Seven days a week, yeah
It ain't easy
Girls it
multi platinum, multi diamond nigga from the south
Everyday after high school walked a couple ah miles to the church on 7th
Taught myself music
Cuz
through
[Chorus]
I should be already over you
Tell me Mama, what can I do
It's been a long hard road that you put me through
Seven days over you
a glock
Like i'm the 7th path of pain i'm here to bleed the block
And you gone be dead when they get here you don't need the cops
Yung boy moving quiet but
says her period
It's Catholic heaven
I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck
My chest is hard and brown
Lying on stained, wretched sheets
actin' off
Somebody out there please pray what I'm talkin' 'bout
Still young tryin' to figure it out
Heaven, I need a hug
Is there anybody out there
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