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ourselves  
 A perfect love  
 Gone wrong  
  
 The whole wide world is a city of angels  
 A meeting point for perverted strangers  
 Grab life by the balls

the gospel of prophecy
You is a product of make belief
He is a matyr before the leap
Candidly leaping
Across all the seven seas
Label me label me father figure

my direction
With the gang and I'm toting on a weapon
And this clip holds way more than seven
I pray my angels just make it to heaven
On the shoes just

about to graduate
Got touched by some angels at Callaway
Rest In Peace to the people that passed away
Been alone for so long, Tom Hanks In castaway
This

like a mango
Touch me by surprise like an angel
Man, fuck those other guys, you my main girl

You know that I ain't playin'
Why you goin' fast, girl? We

with the 700
North Face nuptse on the sleeve it say 700
Caught a case at the airport with 7 pumpkins
I'm high class player couldn't fuck with a Suki
Got

mind
Blazin' I-95
With Macy by my side
And an angel on my left
And a baddie on my right
You know I stay blessed
All through the night
In the morning I

a racist
May not know my name but know I'm famous
Want it to pan out
Cause I'm seven layer angel caking
Look now let me see you shake shake
If you holding

the devil's looking for me/
Hell painted by Marcel Roux/
Creeper than tales from the crypt/

Lord/
Restore me to be noble/
Raise me again to be hopeful/

Know

Guardian angels
I know that my grandma is guiding my steps out
Uh
We ain't do it by the book (nahh)
For the Glory
Been thru things would have you shook

until I burn it down I know, flamethrow

Sunshine peaking through the blinds let the light in
Angels breathed a sigh of relief with a light grin
Tight

spottin
Triple numbers I think I'm blessed by an Angel
So when you hear me on a track I'm on my God Flow
I got bitches in different states and it's not fair

the type to
I'm picky, I don't try shit

Baddie and she 5'6"
With me rolling sevens on some high shit
She know I'm a die lit
It's crazy the way life get

to seven, I'm praying to God
I just talked to the reverend, I hope that he loves me
Hope that he gets me, I'm digging this hole Just as long as I'm in it
I

Angels speaking to me like 24-7
Frequency increasing with increasing creativity
In a track suit, writing statutes of liberty
Maybe it's my karma, maybe

and bust a right
Seven billion people and I still feel alone at night
Prayin' for my brothers on the daily cause they in the trenches still

When it's drill

the socials
She by lying like niggas ain't vocal
She be hiding like ima expose her
I regret that I even approached her
And I'm beating that cat no doja
Gotta

seven like Mike Vick
God flow, Bravo
Been broke, Lost hope
But still, I float
But still I rise
I go I go I go I go I go I go I go
But still I rise
I go I

(Takumii on the beat and she feelin' on me yeah yeah)
Cause I can tell baby
That you an angel but you really been through hell baby
And if you need

in person moe like 7
But she had some ass on her I bent it over let's get it
I done fuzked around n died dawg this kitty feel like heaven
I keep

on life
While yours filled with privilege
Mines been just pain & strive
But yet I still survive
I ain't perfect by any means that shit takes time
That shit

Eleven years, three months, and nineteen days
Spent a long time runnin
Lost in a whiskey haze
Went down the list
Tried all seven deadly sins
I don't

ain’t fuckin' with y'all amateurs
We causing all them damages from New York to Los Angeles
Angels with dirty faces though, she said “touch them dirty

breaks ceilings
And she destroys
Your solar size

She is a magnapinna squid
With seven eyes like a David Lynch rock
She is a duck with eyes for a body