regret. Wandering the labyrinth of tears Scaling the pyramids of despair, The gods have now decided my fate I have to go through the seven lands of sin
Wandering the labyrinth of tears Scaling the pyramids of despair, The gods have now decided my fate I have to go through the seven lands of sin. The
late to regret. Wandering the labyrinth of tears Scaling the pyramids of despair, The gods have now decided my fate I have to go through the seven lands of sin
Yeah and I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans, girls, money
when it's tossed And often light green kiss my ass to coffin Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths and Cut the bull then I'm seven deuce Impala whore dance
runnin' when its tossed and often light green kiss my ass to coffin Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala
the city, into the sewer pipes Into the fire storm this becomes your new land But there's no food, so you feed off the other men And now it's been seven
peak with your hips and eyes Girl you know what you do to me explain a monkey 'Cause you actin' like you twenty-three, pass the Hennessey Ballin' like you true to sin
Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state with my own two hands We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans And all this for the fans, girls
For a while Seven sins seven sins It's a never ending story And the loser sometimes wins Seven sins, seven sins He rose to his feet again Seven
You glide across and beneath the lands Your Affects engulf the rebeliousness Ur-Sag Zi-Ga-Ni Naphar Ajjabi Sharush Sa-Par-Mah-Zu Diri La-Magiru Sin Su
! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred city, Hell Satan screams a vengance On the land as the angels fell Tyrants pray disaster for the Land
ground, no quarter is given, no quarter is asked Enter the fray, we fight not for gain but for freedom - not land Storming the walls of ancient stone, seven
hand me the nine (Get down, get down) You can pray for yours, but I'ma go get mine Now how long has it been? For a hundred and thirty-seven years, but
and taken off my hat A Sunday morning takes me back Growing up under that hometown church steeple Learning God hates sin but still loves people The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised Land
amongst five more Seven knightly virtues imparted within Brave hearts far flung beneath the troops of war Enslaved by slavery armour - Fear of deadly sin
Yeah And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans, girls, money
