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john corban - 7 p lyrics

[verse i: john corban]
chilling cool with my b_tch
yeah, i’m getting rich
i’m a foe to god
burning bush, but i burn brighter still

casted out, now i cash out
made it through the void, but it goes farther
and all of the water is bl__dy
the bread is my body
holy or not it be all that i got

apocrypha stealing all my verses
it’s me vs the world, and i got chips in my corner
n0body waiting on me
cause i got their back
just pick up the phone, i’ll call you back
might have to put you on hold
might want to leave me alone

at the end of my story, i’ll be in purgatory
please don’t pray for me

in a constant state of nothingness
still endless bliss, leading from an angel’s kiss
waiting on you to comе save me
i get onе reprieve from hate
anxious existence hanging in my fate
open the gates, and send me on my way
[verse ii: lil wood]
okay my life is broke and i don’t know what’s up with all of these sick jokes
provoked by lack of bank notes
spent it on a cheap tote
blew it on a blue smoke
breakin off a piece of brittle blue box
telling everyone to f_ck off
don’t look up in my sock
or you will find a part of me that you don’t wanna see
i keep my knees up in the sea
just to stay in motion need that potion need that honey from a bee need a f_ckin k9 or a 30
(yeah)
it’s all that i can ever think about
put as many pills as i can in my mouth
crush it up an dice it out
hide the razor elevator
send dat sh_t right up my snout
yea i’m dying two weeks with nothing then i pop 2 edifiers
just to gratify my urge to f_ck my life up
get my rifle load it right now
might just take my lights out
pop a bean or go about
a journey to da heavens
shoot my self or pop like 6 or 7
in da woods so don’t worry bout the mess mane
r.i.p. to f_ckin wood
(shoot my self or pop like 6 or 7
in da woods so don’t worry bout the mess mane)

- john corban lyrics

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