Lyrics:
Ray's Is For Me Wana Saym
Khlit my Past Behind W Mno Hareb Fast
Tmnit n3ich b7ali b7al nass
No Darkness No S*it On Sight
Sa3a 7lit bab s3ib Bash tched
blessings when I get my crucifix sucked
By these virgin Marys or Magdalenes
Receive my body for communion, it's happening
The bar cut me off, a sin for my
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
a child in a manager?
C#m G#m A
Why do they trouble to follow a star?
E F#m B7
What do they (we) think they (we) will find
E F#m B7
In this
to bear arms"
And, honestly, from that point on, we picked up our instruments
I got three musicians out here from New York
And we're here to play music,
the days by hours
And this is what you'll find.
When the short hand points to one
Try to think of what you've done
I'll see your eyes of blue
When the hand
what day
5AM, we found a place to call home and thank god because by
6AM, our taxi cancelled, said we were too drunk to ride and
7AM, waking up in
goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked the light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we
goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked the light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
fruit Christ Jesus seed
Holy Mary mother of God mother of all and thy
Holy of all holiest rosary
By the grace of God Gabriel told our virgin queen
With
sex appeal and Boobs expose ya self
7). The value that I taught is that's a noose, enslaved by likes and hearts
8). cnd Followers to boost influence -
driving a blue
Sixty-seven Volks through the streets
Like a teenager
Radio tuned to the host who loves you most
Feeling the sun
Feeling the solid hum
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
really does exist
But I digress
They got me tapped
And on a bucket list
But last week
I came fast
With like three chicks
I gave them weak dick
That ocean
and stress
Look a murderer in the face, comin' up where the wild and deranged get blessed
1, 2, 3, and to the 44, the good, the bad, and the ugly sticken
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
Thru the scent of patchouli and tea, Mary, calls my name
I have been, out here, seven days, waiting, for release
Three days, until she sleeps
Three
sit back and listen and such
It's seven oh three and the stars leer at me
But they're beautiful so I forgive them
And I wish I could stress less
line, its like 2 or 3
Hoping she can get through to me
And this shit was all a dream
But naw I ain't get no sleep (nahh)
I hussle seven days
ate
Blue and white jersey Kobe Bryant
Number 8 link with the plug
Tryna put on more weight
Watch me break down a brick
And make brownies with the shake
Got a thick lighty right by my side
Had to show her the stig
We seen blue lights
She's wanting to cry
Im tryna survive
She wouldn't give a fuck if I
the angry black man
So in times where emotion hit us, all we know is that anger
I had a dream
N you was a part of that
So how you gon.... NAH
No need
energy thrives.
Sipping away the blues, a daily routine,
In coffee's embrace, a blissful scene.
Chorus
Seven days a week, my coffee love is strong (so
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