Lyrics:
a second for a feeling
Quit reaching for your phone it won't relieve you
Showing all the signs and the social cues of an
Introverted quick excuse from
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
everybody ain't my dawg and they ain't getting saved
Bringing Milly back like I made seven figures two times
Keep them twenties with me you ain't get it that
a better life
Comes from when you bless some lives
You're left revived, you check the time
And join in my objective I'm set aside by heaven
My brethren and I
for all kinds of signs
For all kinds of signs
I need someone I can call all mine
Need you around me girl
All the time
I need you
Girl, you been
home! Ahahaha! Ah oh, why do I want to go home? Oh I don't
know, I've been in here so long, oh I'm stuck to the chair and all that kind of good stuff...
egos like Brady's pigskin
Return of the kingpin
I shake my hand, hear your teeth chattering
They shattering and clatter to the floor, seven
Pick up all
at the market
For money to spend on some wine
They always cross through at the seven mile bridge
Except when the moon comes out full
They're not superstitious
I'd like to
I got no time to answer my phone
Honestly I'd rather just be alone
And that ain't on some sad shit
I just wanna focus on the people held
as to speak of them vacuously as
Being commonly contained within some sort of celestial
Vessel, or in the worst case within some kind of sinister
Canister.
How much your house cost? How much your house cost?
I throw some diamonds on my pendant on my mouth now
A nigga stayin independent I can't sign now
“Johnny, uh, some kids on the show yesterday mentioned a new kind of music – Ska. You
know anything about it?”
“Nothing but a modern off-shoot
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool
Are you some kind of nut
The teacher turned around while
My arm
tell em why they call you D Beatz
Yes I'm next in line
Rip the neck from spine
I chin-check your kind
Even kinfolk can catch big smoke
I'm out P.G. up
Oooooooh
Oooh
Life been so hard bruh I was running out of options
My only goal was getting zeroes to deposit
So many signs so many signs yeah
Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign
Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son
And shall call his name Immanuel
Isaiah Seven 14
off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind
Don't use that magical
Mysterious, intoxicating, joy, fantastic
Fascinating word called, (Love(
Unless you love me to the nine's
This is the only kind
I got some questions
Nobody has the answers
I don't feel like stressin
So I don't know
Dove in the liquor second guessed It
Geronimo
I'm just hoping
I admit I done made some mistakes
And I have some imperfect ways (I have some imperfect ways)
I admit I helped so many people (I helped so many)
what a waste
Niggas wanna see me taste my own medicine
Picture that, get on some old second grade shit, I'ma get you back
Retaliate, if it hates for
Everyday of the week
I call it seven seas
It’s like ninety degrees
Everyday of the week
You I want to protect
Past, future and present
By being in presence
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