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have been sailing around on the seven seas. If I went out on the sea, I would have been killed by pirates or sharks. Why didn't God make me a different
Dirty Cash
Dirty Cash
Yeah, uh
Uh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
Yo, yo, yo
Yo it's the ghetto diplo', bridgin' like the Tri-Boro
ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Here's to Roc-A-Fella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and
(Here's
nothing supernatural it ain't a collectible
I don't need a vasectomy, I produce nothing actual
It's a disappearing act that ain't the slightest bit magical
like
Facts
Call that disappearing act
He gon so what you staring at
Montae is dead
RIP
Wasn't the feds and wasn't the lean
Wasn't a nigga who wanted some
riding's at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly
Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky
I came up robbin', starvin', Sun
You quit school age twelve
I was almost seven
And quite impressed by your
Intelligence
Obviously you
Already knew
All that there was to know
missing, and I can't quite focus on it
Oh, it must be the disappearing act we all put with our dreams
They'll never find me as long as I keep smudging off
still flickering through the cold breezing sky
The blood on the ground is slowly disappearing underneath
The hunter is coming
December's falling down
ambassador to their coral reef I was just another feast
Laying on my back being nibbled on by fish staring up at the sky
I saw two jets crash
No parachutes did
crossing
Always wanted to be delta
That’s where I thought that
I could step in to help her
First class flight
Let me squeeze in your schedule
She stay 7
Chorus
Motherfuckers want to know what it do
They want to know if its the red or the blue
bitch niggas want to know if its true
tell these
(seven, seven, seven)
Really in the sky, think my voice might thunder (Aye)
Seen her in my nightmare, I said love her
If I slide up can I have your number?
when i'm high
When i'm in the sky
You're my elevation, my only way to fly
Baby when i'm high
When i'm in the sky
Verse (Blue Number Seven)
Airborne
Act like he tough, end up in a box layin' on the side
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't
But it's so hard to live through these years
Another sunny day, another bright blue sky -
Another day, another muthafucka die
These are the things I
to your heart
I lay my Mack game down nigga straight from the start
Don't take it personal baby, fuck you,pay me
Ain't nothin' but ladys in my dark blue
the window
Blue skies peering
Thoughts of disappearing
And to leave it all behind
Cloud colored curtains
I’m so damn certain
The stars are aligned
Rejuvenated
blue sky
And I know if I believe it, then I can achieve it
Nothin's standin' in my way
Then maybe history will make a place for me
And I'll be
By screaming so loud that it's all howls
Don't say that it's okay, or he works in his own way
No words that could explain
It hurts and it feels fake
at seven-11 while I perform this one last disappearing act.
promise imma quit by
The end of the blunt or end of the month
cin't really pressed cause ii been bless with the punt
To kick bad habits
c disappearing act
Woke up one morning, feelin' really blue
I got a chip on my shoulder and I don't know what to do
Here we go again, another lonely day
Wash the pain
entwined
Into one love, into one plight
Like ocean waves with a blue sky
We're taking off to elevate
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