Lyrics:
3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Sixteen thousand times a second, the speaker moans
Magnetism pushes the impulse through while floorboards groan and
She came pushing
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
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
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
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
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
an iPhone
I just blink till my eyes full
Of insight
So I can see the rival from within
Food for thought passes by our eyes
That is why we're thin
Our visions
nobody top that shit
And unless you the girl I'm fuckin'
Then you don't really need to be owned by a bitch like that umm
Like that huh
Take a second
(other)
I have a brother
From another mother
Yeah
Triple 7 triple 7
Are you ready
For your
Second chance (chance)
I grab Jesus by the hand
Yeah yeah
Then i
finally set free
By the realization, all I gotta do is be me, be me
Uh, anime-lovin', video game-playin'
Put that shit in my raps, people like, "What
(sp?)
Buz Aldrin, Neil Armstong, Mike Collier
Buz Aldrin, Mike Collier
This is Apollo control
Twenty-seven thousand feet per second
We confirm
Coyotes stalk the streets down every day
Nothing left to say, it hits me like a wave when you walk on by
Seven seconds saved, the way you speed right past
SAND OF TIME
Music by Slumber Sonic. Words by Iswardy
KEY Cmaj
Intro: C 2x
C F G 2x
VERSE
C F G7 G
Tis sand of time will stop somehow
C
I stay with it
Too many pussyholes carrying weapons
I'm so icy, man wanna pree me 24/7
Manna got Megaman queffers
Manna get dropped in 21 seconds
Every night
By your side
Seven years from now
Whatever we say
Whatever we do
Nobody can tell
Seven years from now
Forgotten and gone
Forsaken for long
Sitting on a piece of solar driftwood floating in space.
Magic is the art of influencing the course
Of events by the intervention
Of spiritual forces
you ask me
Every minute that goes by you're sixty seconds closer to death
If you're not spending it on progress, how are you handling that?
The thought
24 hours to live...
24 hours to live...
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got
between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweatshops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Game seven
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