Lyrics:
Caught between a hard
Hard place and a rock
Two souls searching for heaven
Rolling the dice looking for a seven
To the tick, tick, ticking of time
That's truth
What's up
Ain't nothing changed but the color of the money
These new blue hundred dollar bills, huh
How that look
Jones
I'm on 7th
thieves with heaters so we skeptical
It's easier to believe that there is a heaven
For a thug then to mess with you
It's hard to rise
Hey, shout out to 9th
Cause The veil is the flesh the Spirit tearing it off
Man on the 6th day approaching the 7th
Y'all still believe that lie we're disappearing to heaven
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.
head, you'll be dead by dinner time (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, you'll be dead by dinner time,
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.
to the new-born King!
Christ, by highest heaven adored:
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favored one.
Veiled
the floor
Foot silhouette under a bedroom door
Driving me home at 7AM
Hand in mine, like a heaven sent hymn
Moving and shaking like the ramblers do
The Oak Ridge Boys – The American Dream
(Written By Keith Stegall & Gary Harrison)
Well they moved away from the
Farms they did not own
To live
boom
I don't know your name what's ya name boo
I'm in heaven body touched by an angel
Ooo
Baby go everywhere the gang go
Ooo
Might be sweeter than
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.
to the new-born King!
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favored one.
I've been to Bombay
I've seen what a man can do
He climbs up a straight rope right up to the clear full-moon
And "boom", he is gone
Yeah, heaven is
silhouette under a bedroom door
Your driving me home at 7 AM
Hand in mine like a heaven sent hymn
Moving and shaking like the ramblers do
After getting
I'm seven, I'm in heaven homie (nigga)
You can catch me in my dolo, how they think they know me? (Woo)
Hands up to God, never left me lonely (nigga)
by, then days went by, then days went by
Here I am
Yeah
I was ? since we was little niggas son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my
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
, then days went by, then days went by,
Here I am
I Knew Shawn since we was little niggas son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my man did
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
It on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
Be
E baby debbie tell me did
Rock
2. Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
eleven: it'll be just like heaven
Question number twelve when we're by ourselves
The 'thirteen question method' is the one to use
The 'thirteen question
As far as I'm concerned
My love for you is heaven.
I want to be with you 25-7
There's not enough hours in the day.
Not enough time for us to play
Hollow deeds and human death and torture hit men hard
in a rhetoric of equals
No such things as hell, not heaven, continues,
The code
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