Lyrics:
Or just post up by the Hollywood sign
We throwin' BBQ so life a grill
All my dawgs invited so y'all come on a chill
You at the beach or at the park
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
The planet Earth is dying
Stand by for twenty seconds
Roger
Welcome to manned space exploration
Roger
At your foggy red eyes
Slip up taken too far
Last goodbye out my shame
Seven chances you gave
All to roll on my grave
Wish I could call you by name
But I
your bloodstream
We're seven seconds, we're seven seconds from Babylon
And who are the heroes today? Doctors, nurses, shop workers underpaid
Salute
milli-second I try to reckon with niggas for jackin'
Like they really thuggin' I ain't even checkin'
How niggas could try to act like they really them foul
to heaven
Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second
What's your question? You need a blessin'
Right?
Or you just wonderin' what heaven's like?
I must have
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
Beethoven's
7th. Symphony
And hear little Ludwig scream
From his drunken fathers beatings
But before I weep
In despair or ecstasy
Overwhelmed by his spirit
dare second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder
That the street's designed to stop your life clock, the beast'll time ya
The late day beckons
And if you save it it'll slip away
Spend seven nights by Saturday
Yawn yawn yawn
We're all but gone
If we get lucky
We'll be
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
kindred
Incisions on the hill of Saturn - torment!
Lines on the mound of Mercury - delusion!
Mark on the second joint of Venus - poverty!
Imprint
facts
The flowers
CHORUS
That's the truth its straight facts
The flowers
SECOND VERSE
Number eight Possessed by the flower that made him apex..rose
stop the urges
Lock them out.
She's here, the heat is rising
He move slowly she's a china doll
By degrees, he'll loosen her composure
She knows
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty-four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
a blonde hair
Five seven, Alabama piece of heaven
On a Thursday night
Wasn't planning on a no sleep sunrise
Kissing by the riverside
Looking into your
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
Gifts for some guy that she dating, still shot
Second anniversary and I'm congratulating that
But man she had an ass so fat
You couldn't palm it with
We could leave this second
We don't have to pack our things
We'll be gone by seven
We could fly without no wings
And I need you to trust me
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
Down alleys through gullys
Meeting every second hour
Never to come to terms with the [Incomprehensible]
Foot racing to Putabin Key
'Cause there's too
again, never
The nigga forty got another seven
No PSI mean you telling
Another story by another felon (Ha)
You selling us dreams
But I copped that in
knuckles on the second hands of working class watches
Skyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living is preposterous
Stay alive, you play or die, no options,
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