Lyrics:
Here we go again
We find ourselves in
And blindsided by another situation
In the same place
But let's all save face
Make an effort to avoid all
don't know my story
There's really nothing for me
So leave me in this worry
(In the end is glory)
Feel like an 8 by 10 in a 5 by 7
I'm in the wrong frame
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff
only hope's your victory
Kill that Satan who won't let us be--kill!
[Chorus]
You're the Keeper of the Seven Keys
That lock up the seven seas
Dwa
Dwa razy dwa daje wiesz że
Cztery
Tyle razy głośniej wypowiedź to
Siedem
Albo osiem piw wypije krzycząc dziś
Rara rara
2Cztery7 introdukcja
of the dope stuff
So in the record store, you can't pass by us
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC
And hold on so you just don't lose it
As a reference, for
down like that for the nine-seven
This is my dialogue on this album
It's Magoo's album featuring me, Timbaland
'Cause he's so ill, I can't even rap
down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures, all on my walls and I couldn't sleep at night 'cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that
[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
I'm warning ya, second I've torn in ya
Won't do a third, I'd assume I'd be boring ya
Hopefully obvious soon who I'm talking to
Sheets will be red with
sometimes
But you know the moon and the stars
Get lonely when they shine
And every second is my time
TOP’s LONELY BUT THE VIEWS NICE!
3rd Verse
In
unreeling I'm so good at feeling my troubles impeding like double repeated
Stop being conceited and think for a second, why would I be filled up with envy
You
I'm a young boy, straight from north Flo
My heart so cold, R.I.P Fro
I'm from city where I can stay, but can't go
I could leave by myself or take my
backwards
The signs more encrypted than Stalin's passwords (For real)
My enemies must like Kendrick Lamar's DAMN
Album, the way I got 'em talking backwards
the whole wide world, I based my first album my second album my third and my fourth
That fourth one not quite out yet, but it is the works
Hello
Yo, how's
of me
Temporary, but this body isn't free
Yeah, free is my will
I call shots till I'm killed
But can't live by myself
So ask god to prevail
Fall cuz I
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
I'm crazy when I say I got them super powers
24/7 I work everyday and every hour
Mhm this that second set I'm pushin now
Right about now I got
could play 7 seconds in heaven
Or whatever that games called
Seventh heaven
Seven
Seven
Seven
That's all I see these days
Transcending possibilities
Being
leave u with slit wrists
Alcohol it's dipped in, It's all in the scriptin'
By tomorrow you know she gon' leave in an instance
Under the coffin, six feet
Memento, a poem about rape by Spicky Boy Bronx
Soy enojado, I'm angry, I'm sorry, lo siento
I'm trying to get better, but I got this memento
kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget
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