Lyrics:
And the cats all running for shelter, fur matted and drenched
Twenty-nine years on and nothing's changed
Though in the end they took it down stone by stone
spent years, being abused
His moms a drug addict, she has a bug habit
Was a seven day event, since she celebrated the Sabbath
But she back slid, or that's
everybody's bill
So naturally I'm annoyed
It's like the year kinda flew by
And like a fool I sat back and scrutinized
I'm high beaming on a dark road
All my
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
jaded
Eight, the dumbest guy I dated
Seven, talk a big game 'til you're naked
Only six seconds, and I had to fake it
Five, you're toxic, four, can't
If you could see I could be the one to make you smile
And all you'll need is love, we could take our time
Spend every second with you
Turn all your
shit, you pop cocky
I gotta get the mop, they tryna leave the boy sloppy
Slip once then it's my fault
Second time then you got me fucked up
Tried
feel safe and seven again
And you'll find there's handprints on your skin
That can't be absolved like prayer to sin
Got misdirected by directionless men
it
Got your lucky number, ain't no seven in it
Grab life by the horn, just give me eight seconds
Already scraped my plate, but you lookin' like
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
How you livin' Streetlife? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
the hens
Hunting around, planting seeds
Every few years another mouth to feed
workin' 9 to 5, 7 days a week
Anything to fill our cups
Truth or dare
Vice
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
exact precision that it's true.
That the atomic clock with an error factor of less than three seconds per millennium is set by the way we move.
to a ghetto celebrity,
(Nobody, nobody)
Ah (ah)
I got straight thrick-fifty-fifty-seven, reasons
That are criminals, thugs, hoodlums, heathens
Smoke wet,
and a personal gym.
It is a true palace by the sea.
Second, the Patek Philippe Grandmaster Chime.
This watch is not just a timepiece,
but a work of art with 20
the streets
Even though we had a half a pound by the seats
My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat
Since one cop was white the otha was
Focused on the dark road, waiting for your lights to shine through my window whoa whoa whoa
Thinking about the time we spent last year when we were
I've been on this shit
For seven years
For seven years
E be like say man no go blow
All the people wey believe in me They don Dey grow
They say time
comes your way
Chase your dreams and joy will follow
Seven is when the day begins
Twelve is the time for food and drinks
Bells ring at three and school
(yeah, ah)
Pay attention (uh), four on the baby come back then leave seven (uh, uh)
Guarantee into the rec' yard, I got the weapon (ow, ah)
Ten miles from Illinois
Overlooking the lake
Chicago grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me awake
Chicago showed there was nothing left for people
a trillion dollars per second over nineteen thousand years
Hopefully now you're all woke about this number my peers
Yeah that's a mole, yeah that's a mole
to roam
School had been seven years of boredom
She was taught to conform by a fool
Now bound for a new kind of freedom
Creating a new set of rules
P soon as I hit the club nigga
If you ain't bout them peace signs I don't fuck withcha
Nigga, If I talk it, I live it
What you make a year I go
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