Lyrics:
to the new-born King!
Christ, by highest heaven adored:
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favoured one.
BOOM GO THE FIREWORKS
Words and music by clexandra Olson and Michael Olson
Copyright 2022
CHORUS
Boom go the fireworks lighting up the sky
Boom
in me im in the final four
Once they blow me up what's mine is yours
Switch from jpg now its chris dior
These demons are beneath me im on the 7th
I used to tell my friends about the doors to the other side
Living in the basement of my basement on 11th
Ride the 7th month a couple - shit -
And summer comes to Springville Hill
A barony of ivy in the trees
Expanding out its empire by degrees
And all the branches burst abloom
In the boom
Heaven
You changed my world
It's spinning round and round when I'm with you
A dream come true
And I believe
You are an angel from above
Heaven sent
And now
when the drums begin to thunder,
Boom-I-dee boom boom, boom-I-dee boom boom,
Boom-I-dee boom boom, boom-I-dee boom boom,
Like the tempo of a tropic
man that makes me a legend
Used to watch 7th Heaven like it was Animal Planet
'Cause white people have such a different dynamic
Break in her mind
Then what will I do babe
Hearses for mammals
You can drive or ride
7th heaven, MTV, Springer
The great outside
By the time I’m on the last pretzel
man that makes me a legend
Used to watch 7th Heaven like it was Animal Planet
'Cause white people have such a different dynamic
Break in her mind
At seven (seven)
I'll be waiting out for heaven, (heaven)
Counting every mile of railroad track
That takes me back
Never thought my heart could be so
Seven by seven they head for heaven
Eight by eight their got to the gate
Nine by nine they drank the wine
Ten by ten they drank it again.
How many
to stand up straight
Didn't tell my girl I'll be home late
Accidentally went down 7th avenue
Needed to make a right back on route 102
Slipped on ice
got workin is play in the back
Go back to crack
Go back to sprayin the gat
Cause your bullshit rap dont stay on the rack
7th Heaven gonna have
never comin' back
Well, I can just imagine about a hundred years ago
Old Number 7, just a steamin' on to heaven
With it's twenty cars a rockin' in tow
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole
this jelly
All pre-trick, a major erection before we go pull over at a 7-11
Protection is a must to survive and in ghetto heaven
You gotta wrap it
they'll ride, will cower
In the tears, at the heavens gates, but the lords love will shower
(Boom! Boom! Grrah, Boom! Boom!) put'em down, nigga
(Boom! Boom
the time we leave,
At seven. (seven)
I'll be waiting out for heaven, (heaven)
Counting ev'ry mile of railroad track
That takes me back.
Never thought
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
I'm gonna send you eight by eight,
Eight for the eight that stood at the gate,
Seven for the seven
Ugh yeah ugh ugh
You gotta sweat
Sweat blood sweat blood
You gotta sweat
Sweat blood sweat blood
I was trained by a 3 star Lieutenant General
When I awoke at the 14th hour
Three black women had gave me a quick shower
I stayed a while and escaped in a truck
Driven by two guys, Rakim and Chuck
a fight
Be A little less heaven tonight
Who knew the sacred, aint always for heaven's sake
No 7th day rest when your always keeping me awake
Only church we
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