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seven seconds till the bastards breach the door. Just remember nothing's real, they can't hurt you anymore. Run. Bullets ricochet, under the gun, reaching
entree and you just fucking crust from a pizza
Who you know better reppin' this shit twenty-four/seven
Independent, runnin' a label and still out here
you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
Cause
[Mastamind]
I'm back in this bitch you'll be dead by tonight
I came to haunt your fucked up every day life
Look at me look in my eyes, my face is no
the trend
From evening to AM my friend
I wish I could stop, I'm just so damn dependant
Haven't been home for a minute and I'm wiped out
Getting older by
I blow
Might catch a contact, if I drive by slow
With a tight grip, hand on the wheel of my tight whip
See me at the second line, and all them girls
starts
But that Sunday when I left you was the end of the ride, and
Chorus:
There was never a day when thoughts of you passed me by
There was never an hour
hopes
and all my dreams, they come together exactly as they seem.
*Pre-Chorus*
First rule says you've got to believe in who you are.
Second asks you
Engine revving towards that ending
It's my drive that almost killed me
It's my mind that's always bending
I don't have time for a second take
Spent
or athletes?
Man runner get caught by hand speed
Forget the violence
Be silent
Lay back in the black top whip with the plate on private
Back to my yard where I'm
paid me by the hour, workin' 24/7
Jag är samma gamla vanliga
Här vi åker runt i bilar, automatiska
De är tragiska, boom, pah
Dyker upp med min
love in seven weeks or more
I wondered if that little bird won't land here no more
You can't count tears in the ocean
In the dying days of June
(They seek) more of us shiftin' mad numbers
So they breach more of us, quick to handcuff us
Getting hassled by cops, just cotchin' on the block
Followed
Phillip
Oh, at art camp, I played Lumiere
And the beast and I had a fling
I'd run my fingers through his hair
Well, beast so, fur
His second show
You won't be next I'm telling ya
Might not die by twenty seven, yeah
Forsake your brothers
Give up on your lovers
To get the things you think you
a mandolin
Scrambling these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!
I'm a sick
Korean coupe in the front
With twelve rich whores, ready to stunt
Roll the blunts, lady, you straighten the pussy, ran Glenny my man
Honest seven
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
and even lasting a year
Yeah I made my mistakes, yeah I paid my dues
Hated by blacks, made enemies with jews
I was 7 years ahead of my time in '92
I said
thine Will !
I who grant thee this life urge thee, grant me the kill !
This Oath it is sealed by Honour, Magic and Blood !
I swear not to fail but
left me on ?7de Laan?
I?m feeling like I lost my ?Fame & Passion(s)?
Chorus:
Boy you had me thinking you?re so perfect
Oh, it?s amazing I believed that
rough shit
Let's get started on the second chapter
How I fuckin' act when I cause disaster
Faster than Hurricane Mitch, ain't that a bitch
That a young
To keep it in the family they must elimate the swine
And the swine is us, and whose God do +you+ trust?
It's gettin realer by the second in the future
[
bystander, blocks have cameras
Have second thoughts
When you're brandishing the hammer
It's not a movie when your
Head's up, shake down, faced with the toolie
.jpg/300px-30_Seconds_to_Mars,_Anfiteatro_Camerini_(2).jpg "Thirty Seconds to Mars")
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