Lyrics:
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
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
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
just let me ride
You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin motherfucker
Throw it up for the king of L.A
I'm known for makin bitches take they
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
jumped in the game I was 7 years old,
Drop a model get the money, give a fuck about a ho.
Servin' porcelain to people left a brick up in my coat,
Always
time now right here off my wrist
Nine times related by an eighth of the cost
Seven years we waited
Not a second was lost too soon
Misfortune faded by
I write with the power of life, power of death
Every breath begets change, every coward is left
Quicksand, second chance, never take an hour to step
This the tempo to my lullaby
Where Im left here with no tears to cry
Only flashing lights thats passing by
What a fast mind for my last minutes
Im
and zest
I hardly have a second I
Can truly call my own
It seems that every thirty minutes
Another hour has flown
The older you become the more
You
the mall out
Fuck the fallout
Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me
Fuckin' real
Here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
check it
a hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second
gotta give it up for brigitte and ted brand new newly-weds
there's nothing i would love
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