Four7

4 Minute reflection session
Don't find much but the impression
Bringing up a big talk, scraping up the chalk
Cant find the crosswalks
Refused to interlock, finding a national treasure a building block
Cant just sail off the docks
Bitch, I've walked

Filter the fuzz, carry it by the ton
The sunbeams chase after you, then I'm through, next up in queue with you
Distort your body, the rhetorical messages assorted and it's foggy
The disembodied teriyaki, I found the almighty

Ah yeah
I fucking hate this shit
Beat up my face, then you can start roll up and flip
Fantasies at the fingertips
Skinny dip in a bath full of bullets and loaded clips

Continuos stanzas
I'm tryna figure out what are your stances
On and on are these cold summers
Scream out the words but you really mutter
Hands in a clutter, hope you recovered
It's just your fucked up mind I remembered

It was severed
It was chopped with the finest blades
He's the jack of all trades, about to release some tapes
Going on and on, you'll keep doing this til dawn
4 And 7 the windows will open, and then ill live on
4 And 7 the windows will open, and then ill live on (live on echoes

New MCs revealing 7 fees
2 Clicks and it's perfect, running the circuits
Tricks, the grips of eclipse
New MCs revealing 7 fees
2 Clicks and it's perfect, running the circuits
Tricks, the grips of eclipse.
Eclipse

I am getting better
I keep running out of time



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Yanover
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