Lyrics:
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
The thunder of the steel
Close
We're living close
Close
Close to the edge
The highway is your heaven
The static is your hell
White light across
long ago
A latent mystery still persists far in eternity
Will we ever find a way for us to see
Will we ever reach the day we find the key
Will we ever
howling at the man in the moon
Ahoo, pandering to the prophets of doom
Merchants of mystery peddling their muck, making a buck
They prey on our longing,
very, very old
She walks in the morning, it's best before seven
It's that time of day that seems closest to heaven
She finds herself dancing and singing
dwindled a bit. My house was guarded by two tropical fish. Bali was extremely hot in the afternoons and the conversations with the prince drifted along
I'm not simply
I go through bitches kick em out just like its 7th inning
She let me paint it On the daily
Need a Polaroid
Fucking on Jody momma
Baby boi
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
venture
This crew is of less than seven
Wear your love like heaven
Be my lucky number seven
Seven, seven, seven, seven
I wanna wear your love like
THIS LONELY WORLD WHERE WE LIVING
PAST LIVES, FROM DISTANT TIMES
THE STARS IN HEAVEN FALL INTO A HOLE IN TIME
THIS TWISTED FATE AND FAKE REALITY,
be nervous
We are still in service
By your head, it might be time to pray
(Can't stop now) no runnin' away
You got some living to do (Can't stop now)
whisper of a gentle breeze
And in my mind I find a mystery
How long will it take until the garden's green
You and I been living in this world together
Whiteness Gang, we keep on yelling
Let them know it's not okay to be telling
How you making money, copping a 7th
Good Gas, u know that's what we selling
Don't
Come behold the wondrous mystery
In the dawning of the king
He, the theme of Heaven's praises
Robed in frail humanity
In our longing, in our darkness
that
God's gonna get 'cha for that
Every wrong thing that you do
God's gonna get 'cha for that
This doggone world we're living in
It's giving me a fit
Chains of despair
Cloaked by darkness
The thundering echoes of great destruction to come
Mankind's mysteries
The dying world
Madness in it's
Heaven is a city, built by jewels round
Its beauty is a splendor yet untold
If you neglect salvation you'll never enter in
You'll never ever walk
the champ but Im way better Number one like the A letter
I am G like the 7th letter
Fresh pair grey leathers
You niggas rocking fake plather
Jewelry got your
'em in the street
>From the fire roads to the interstate
Now Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little piece by piece
Some
praise to Jesus Christ
High King of Heaven
My King forever
You stormed the gates of my heart
The veil in between was torn apart
Now You hold the keys
a passion and love will light a fire
Trust your emotions, believe in your dreams
Trapped in a mystery, you are my desire
Show me the secrets of love
on his dick 24/7
Plus he's makin' money, keep the base heads waiting
Rollin' '64 with the fresh ass Daytons
Living in Compton, California CA
His Uzi up
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Howl, seven days to the wolves
Where will we be when they come?
Seven days to the poison
And a place in heaven
Time drawing near as
They come to take
leave you behind
Make up your mind
Stop marching in time
Get in line
You better make up your mind
We're gonna get on up
Five by five
And this
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