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back, I was thinking bout seven, my nigga in heaven
Hand me a weapon
I might go off on these niggas like this COD, we in Yemen
Call me a reverend, here is
He was pulling kids out of ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
Swiss time was running on
It seemed that we would lose
it
This right here ain't worth the miss, go and tell a friend about it
This your life, it's worth to live, don't you dwell and fret about it
I said we
we go again
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holler (ay)
Just here for
the armor and dust off the grass. there's more dead-end options here than We'll ever use.
But nevertheless, there's no money, said the kid. well, hell,
high,
Get drunk, get high,
Get wasted!
Puff, sip, puff, sip, puff, sip,
Get wasted!
Here we go again
I can't see straight
I'm Twiztid off
Here we go again here we go again
Yet another day another day on this rock
Here we go again here we go again
Yet another day another day on this rock
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
somethin' man, your ass is grown
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it
seventy seven
First Bunker Hill then we bust down in Yorktown
Once a mustard seed now we running this whole town
Hear the silversmith his name is Paul
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be clashin'
Here's a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me more
Bro bro listen to the kids jeremy, I need
I gotta put it down for a
Second it’s beautiful jeremy Scott's design
First of all, thank you Taylor for
7: Eleven
Sitting by the window
Watching all cars go by our house
Watching how the wind blows
Carrying the butterflies across the tree tops
I'm
7:Eleven
Verse1:
Sitting by the window
Watching all cars go by our house
Watching how the wind blows
Carrying the butterflies across the tree tops
been set in motion that can't be undone
Maybe life can only go on for so long
Before it starts again somewhere else
How long before we finally get it
the real story
(Stop Bhad Bhabie)
Finally reached out to my dad
We met at the mall on some other shit
Pissed off by his tattoos 'cause they had
that was a low blow i know doe doe
Take a photo oh
I'm 'bout to roll up and pop to his fo' do
Oh no, he's probably gonna go and PC again
And talk
are
And the third second and first is when the welfare kicks in
We joined by nothing
'Cause your ???
Drinking
Buying crack
Go for drugs again
And it
it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
Whatever happens here, stays here
So let's go all the way dear
Til we get to Las Vegas
Whatever happens in my room,
counsel?
Hear ye! Hear ye! I am here
To holler that I have hauled tons by which I don't mean lots
I mean tons of cowshit
And stood ankle deep in swales
Uh, E.viLL. haha ya! let's go, ya ya, uh uh
27 tryna reach an empty heaven
Tired every fucking second
I just sold out the Garden
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then
second attempt
Make a couple bands then I do it again
Wanna be the man, come I show you my friend
I'm so fly, it's lonely up here
Probably be a legend by
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