the path, I'll cross the line, and still reach out, Wash my mind or stab my back but spirit stays my friend, You can not sway what's on the inside
the path, I'll cross the line, and still reach out, Wash my mind or stab my back but spirit stays my friend, You can not sway what's on the inside Messin
Traduction: 7 Seconds. The Inside.
break the path, I'll cross the line, and still reach out, Wash my mind or stab my back but spirit stays my friend, You can not sway what's on the inside
like me now I put it in yo face that's why I stay on your mind And y'all can keep haitin but I'm a stay on the grind Can't slack one second can't lack
roll the time by this life I'm livin everyday is reality at it's best all my doggs dead or gone and I'm struggles keeping me stressed deep inside I know
attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killing fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who
pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killin fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
Chorus:] So these moments spent are coming to an end. I'm counting seconds until next time begins. Listen 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 We couldn't change
times that we shared moments alone and your promises but now the days are gone now you're on your own tonight never again cos [Chorus] Now I know the truth It really hurts inside
Boom Boom Bang Boom B-Boom Bang x7 You wanna lift me off my feet, parakeet You got the crazy cream o' wheat, heatin' up my seat. And everytime you turn
(feat. Busbee) Boom Boom Bang Boom B-Boom Bang x7 You wanna lift me off my feet, parakeet You got the crazy cream o' wheat, heatin' up my seat. And
you and all the shit you talk Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill em doc You're too old to kid...too soft to rock Already did what most love to shout 7
You have 7 more seconds to decipher your life Before my tongue becomes a blade & your brain gets sliced I warned you before I'm addicted to war I was
she went from the ghetto streets To executive streets electronic beeps, two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
right when we stop ridin fo's Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch rims glide 6 feet off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see inside Surround sound like a motion
glistenin' Now pay attention, rest in peace father, I'm a ghost in these killin' fields Hail Mary, catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary
