This Season (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) Daniel closed his eyes as if it didn't happen And he wondered why every time
time this season Feel it in the air, see it in the lightning And he wondered why it always felt so frightening I will remember you this way As sure
b****, then I bet she bitter and cold Every time she thinking I fold, seven figures get sold Meth, all in your chest or inhale it all in your nose Cops don't know about this
a wonderful little trip around this glorious little globe of ours! we feature songs of many colors, and flags of lots of nations And the first stop on this
sing They would go hot cha But with this modern thing Now they go dru, du du, dra, da da Rhythm has its seasons Summer, fall and spring But for seven
keep ya posse on my penis Now it's on wicked in this da link a mid to west flex The abyss to this bitch who dis this click Bliss is hangin' that bitch
forest we destroy and the world we build on top of it, Mercenaries get paid salaries to slaughter, Girls obsessed with body image find calories in water, Nurses comfort seven
Seven seas, seven skies Lightning strikes and brave men die Tatanka great, Tatanka small When darkness comes, they kill them all, Tatanka You take what
this to myself? I lied to her and plus I lied to myself Nothing's left, the relationship done lost its breath It stopped breathing, it died last season
P. King Jacob and Suga Chi!!! (Suga Chi) Microphones I burn bitches to whom it may concern with this Gotta learn this is to all my foes Them baby mommas
attention from you to me ascension to the top, king of the seven seas man, dont talk about how your a veteran in this game damn right im a rook, but
Stamping out the acient cultures to spread a new disease sailing on a dollar sign across the seven seas the banner is white, blue ; red the locust'
when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers I heard you're drippin', your rap style got gonorrhea Exploitations of nations, look at this, it's here, yo Seven
-Tang Train private soldiers in this rap game Like that shanghai chinky eyed chick from Bedstuy Wang Chung from Lafayette, stuy versant and Malcolm X Fifty seven
slang, Wu-Tang Train private soldiers in this rap game Like that Shanghai chinky eyed chick from Bedstuy Wang Chung from Lafayette, Stuyversant and Malcolm X Fifty Seven
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo My star roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions Shuttin' down national
Supreme, Forcing unlucky survivers to eat anything & anyone in their path. Massive earthquakes crack the planets crust like a hollow egg shell, Causing unending volcanic eruptions. creatures of the seven seas
no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this
