7 Mile

7 Mile - Just a memory (radio version) songtekst

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(feat. Negro League)



[Negro League]

You crave for me, mentally blown

And physically known  you at home

Beggin' to bone about 7 miles from the jeweler, uh

H-Class for the stones, uh, make you go uh

And you crash when you zone

Tense, ever since eye sets to Next

Floss lex' to promisca

Fly sista, blow kissa, now a mista

Lust crippla, bent wit ya, mo sippa', wet in ya



Yo, I sidetracks, and left the back

I write raps betta tracks

All her laughs caught the cat

Click the taps, touch the tracks

Not when I sat on other women's, laid back, what

Age that, rap dog keep my mind a long way forth pinch

In the next ice rich, hold me wet the ice kiss

Flow mosaics, priceless with niceness

Seven mile and E, yo girl, you got to let go



[7 Mile]

Time for me to say

Time for us to go our separate way

Everything we used to share

Came to an end

We're no longer lovers

We're no longer friends



[1]

I realized you were just telling me lies

And the pain you gave me I can not disguise

You gave me the world

And I was your fool

I can not believe

All the things you put me through



[2]

Used to be the one loved

Used to be the one I put my trust

Now you're just a memory

Can't you see

Ain't nothing going on

With you and me



Time for you to go

Found a love to give me all I need and more

I'm moving on to better things

A better plan

Used to play me for a fool

But I won't be used up



[Repeat 1]



[Repeat 2]



Everything we used to know

Everything we used to be

Just a memory



Everything we used to know

Everything we used to be

Just a memory, just a memory



[Negro League]

Remember me?  The shorty that you kicked to the curb

Called me Herb, I'm blush now, mark my word

Dream denere, rock with my peers

Flow for the ear wit the League in the rear



What?

Don't try to hold me down

Memories is all we have now

And half of them are gone

The rest are buried in the ground

I can hear the sound of your heart

For 7 Miles, reminscing on how we used to get down



Shorty calm that 

I thought your trainer thought  was on track

Never figured you was wit 'em when you never called back

For the small fact, it was reknowned around town

That you was my wiz and them kids couldn't clown

Held me now

No seconds thoughts, I was the only

Reminescing on my nights after fights 

Riding my pony, all that was phoney

Negros, we on track for Sony

Forget friends, jacks are made playa homey 



[Repeat 2 until fad]
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