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twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
it down put it round bouncing threw your town like
Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight
veins
Threading courage through the hole in my heart
To finally stitch a sentence together
I hold my breath for seven seconds
Six
Five
Four
I hold myself
relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin'
The dopest
motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back, relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second
you breathe me in
You are the sun that shines within
Sleeping by the window
Curling round the pillow
Winsome breeze begins
Sometime before seven
begin
Or where we end
The first step's got me lying on the floor
By the second step, I hear a knocking at the door
Three, I put my life in your
you, but
It's better if I hear it from you
You know what, let me explain myself
It's 7 AM, you're still here with me
And last night I held you
smiled at me a second time. The look on my face told it all. But I didn't get the chance to speak.Well it's seven hours and seven days since I first saw
As was their comands
The second unification of the angel Seven
Three human souls, merged,
As in heaven
The lion's roar was heard by all
The magic
string, Am7
Afraid to let you down by my imperfections
I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough
Verse chords
I know I’m losing you
When I hear our song and can’t
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
Calendar hanging up in my room
I walk by it like every afternoon
Even when I don't try to
Had a Marker held by a string
All the fun came easily
Then
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
addition I'm like it's whatever
On my way to get my amma plenty acres
Spoil her with six wheeler seven figures
We in the club with my dad going apeshit
Buy
Moss
Caught his first touchdown for them Vikings
Just one day, seven hours, 14 minutes
21 seconds before SoundScan got printed
Two platinum records 'fore
There might be housewives and children listening, but mostly just cornfields and cows
(So) I have a seven-second delay, a switch by my radio board
Six
gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
Peep the whole scene
the second strike
Occurred in 1969
Glad it turned out fine
Chorus #2
Seven lightning strikes from nowhere
They struck you full-on
Dear
Enlighten me
relations
Nice, ATM, I'm Captain-
Captain Quentin Thomas, forty-seven years old, top of his class graduation
Proficient in terminal execution via
tutuga
As I'm standing here I want celebrate it
See I don't wanna regret it
Every single second I am saying
I appreciate it
See I don't wanna waste it
No
Pt 1
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, yo
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
Seven moons for seven seas
Won't let them get the better of me
They'll pass me by
Don't pass me by
My seven fears all fear of me
They'll
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