Lyrics:
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
again and again
And seven times he left this woman and seven times he came back
And he taken all that he could stand
And the eighth time that this went
My name is Francis Albert (Francis Albert Sinatra)
And I sing love songs mostly after dark, mostly in salons.
I've had some very good years.
I
a close call with a grenade
I think we both must have been about 7th grade
But don't panic we both survived without damage
But we developed a bond like we
they called me for emergency
Accept it and respect it you could never do it perfectly
Collecting while I'm reppin' where the 7 after 33
Good morning
gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable
gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable
Auntie Maggies Remedy
If you set your alarm clock for eight in the morning
Youre bound to wake up Ill agree
But Ill bet you by heaven, youll wake up
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
I'm Rock Lee boutta open up my 7th gate yuh
I can't feel my body and I cannot feel my face
Call me Peter Parker feel in love with Mary Jane
Boutta
I was born in November and November is the month eleven Twas 11 in the morning right after the morning traffic You know what I didn’t think this
outta the sticks of romeo michigan
The early morning stoned motherfucking pimp of the god damn nationnnnnnn
Ye haw motherfuckers lets rock
With
Lee drove me home
Seven in the morning
Must be at work by ten
Rolling up her sleeves
Kissing her children
Wanting so badly to be asleep
But
God is comin' on day number seven
And he won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven
The same white man that threw me in the slammer
He bombed
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
on day number seven
And he won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven
[Verse Three:]
The same white man that threw me in the slammer
He bombed the church
The floor has been swept by one
Seven people are in the house
They are a leaving hell for heaven
The great number is eleven
I woke up in the dark
this great heaven and earth. And when
I see the seven it reminds me that on the seventh day God rested from His
great work. When I see the eight I
blue
We skate across the launch-pad, anxious sled dogs on the ice
Tidal wave of darkness waits above the morning sky
Strapped onto the rocket, after
angel baby
My girl, not a minute goes by when she ain't looking pretty
My girl, a twenty four-seven piece of heaven
God never made another in this
again and again
And seven times he left this woman and seven times he came back
And he taken all that he could stand
And the eighth time that this went
Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit
a postcard to your sweetheart
Take a picture by the sign
See all the way to seven states
And the coast if the weather’s right
It’s always right, it’s
legend refreshing the essence of the direction blessings assexion to 7th heaven
[Chorus]
We could Fucc by the shore beaches that’s sandy
Do ya wanna see
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