Lyrics:
How's mom first of all
How's your mental second of all
Third how's life sir
Time traveling my body stays put
Let my psyche drift off for a jiff
But
autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
"Thanks, dawg, name's
goddamn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
"Thanks, dawg,
in all that grime? You have got The Clairvoyant, Prisoner, Heaven
Can Wait, released the 7th of November 1988 chart position number six! Yes!
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Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second
Make dirt, day Heaven
I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder
Spray seven at your back
it
And I never answer calls unless they talkin' seven digits
So, I'm the truth you aint neva gotta question
Thank the lord for my blessings
Never came
the second day
The second grave, the second blade never succumb to the secular state
I stand firm with immeasurable faith, by God's grace
I won't be in second
first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
We was peaking in 7-11
Been having hoes
Since 7 in heaven
I'm just expressin'
What I'm feeling
You come second
I gotta put me first
I'm casket clean
suit
On the eighth day of Gragglemas, my Graggle gave to me
Eight Graggle emails, seven letters in Graggle
Six divided by two Graggle hairs, five hit
days
Meet me in King Circle park by the empty lot
Right across the street from Sonny Man house
Right by Kawasaki and Sonny Beal
By the cold cup lady
I love you
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Seems that sixty seconds got together
And they decided to become a minute
Sixty minutes
seven ak forty seven's (Clap clap)
Send yo black ass to Heaven (Blap blap)
Two more times for speaking your mind
Tech nine's extra clips and a beam
All
seek to find until your dying
'Cause I got too much to stay awake for
To sleep or even take four seconds out the game it's time to wage war
Scissors,
Stop take a deep breath
The night is catching us up
I'm running away
Feels no reason to stay
Sing all your songs
By using all her voices
Build all
check it
a hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second
gotta give it up for brigitte and ted brand new newly-weds
there's nothing i would love
and needs a
Half hour to go by but for a half hour to go by it needs 15
Minutes to go by
Or seven minutes
Or one one hundredth of a minute
Or one one
it down put it round bouncing threw your town like
Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight
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
took a bump and got to talking bout to blow me
Look me in my eyes you can see the pain
Have you ever been put second by your main
Got a big heart but
A fraction of a second and the elements were made.
The bipeds stood up straight,
The dinosaurs all met their fate,
They tried to leave but they were late
on my fuckin' head
Yeah, I'm ridin' with this blick, nigga I ain't never scared
I hop up out that whip, have them bullets flying by his head
Yeah, I'm
didn't stop for seven red lights
I jumped into water that's fifty degrees
I've rowed in a kayak in thirty foot seas
I've stayed in the woods for a week
gone by then
Too many puzzle pieces of me
Won't stay lost
I've been catching up to me
My past is gaining ground
Always tracks me down
No matter how many
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