Testi:
Rush Seven And Seven Is

bottle and pretend that I was in a jam In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go

bottle and pretend that I was in a jam In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go

bottle and pretend that I was in a jam In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go

s your sexonica is The demon in your pocket, yeah And quickly like a rush You get the stress And it's all crazy more or less And something's triggering And

breath at a time is an acceptable plan She tells herself And the air is still there And this morning it's even breathable And for a second the relief is unbelievable And

dinner Action, lights and cameras ain't needed Oh jeezus, the nigga that be gettin rappers heated I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and

Darkness is my weapon, and caution is advised I'll spit some shit, And draw the blood clear up out your eyes Go on and stick your hands up, and empty

is straight. I mean it's great And now I'm rollin' heavyweight And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane And makin' ends to Biz is like (just)

and I hear no lie! Niggas don't wanna see me fly higher than a rocket ship. Life is not rocket science. Every day is documented. All of my time is occupied