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esempiem - 7 years lyrics

[bridge:]
in the night i rise, but you ain’t over. cause you’re in my mind, all the time, in the bright side
[verse:1]
i know you’re too high for me to reach. preaching the screeches, the b-tches in the dream-ses. you gave me nightmares, things were said that really never happened. i don’t believe you’re a bad girl and you’re not a gold digger to twirl. child, i ain’t g-y; it’s just, i don’t want a babe. i got no l-st and i can’t affect. faster than eminem, the way i am. but speed and quantity doesn’t matter if doesn’t have quality. people lie a lot, you guys have quondam deed. touch lush blushing red mushy marshy holes. hush! shush! crushing d-ck. flushing martian c-cks. an alien object came here, how do i know what’s there if i wasn’t there. i got a sharp ear like that of a bat, had had never care, now i’m glad i care. cuz that’s what i jot down on the sheet of shit making better than you
i don’t hate one d, but i don’t want ye blabber as if obsessed. obsessed so what? keep it in your limits, or i’ll hit you with objects. be in my limits? my limits are very high according to many subjects. will bring a catastrophe saying in this anastrophe to get you. does this mean that the 7 years of love dies? what did you do?
subah, i hate you but i love you. never met you, but believed you. it’s like falling in love with a stranger but this ain’t miss granger to come back around, and stroll with you in the forbidden forest like a ranger
it’s stranger cause a stranger became a danger. is it l-st or love, will i burst or will i love her? show off robust and be a lover? or endeavour her and leave sawdust? the construction is done, but the rooms are not contemplated
leave inita? the love i had for her is just something. that something, nothing could’ve beat. a “something” that come from nothing. then i became a nothing from something. and i grew sympathy when message this things. bling! you came into my mind. i rushed to check it. you’re something special, and i ain’t on you for any facial. why i am talking about everything briefly described? what did the doctor say? “a stiffy presctibed.”
d-ck stinks, twat sinks. besties coming at 2. opposite. 2 at coming besties. but i think you drink c-ke and touch. squirt on a d-ck, c-m on whom? prick! slutty sextext, gold digger, i’m broke. i broke my legs and i’m disabled from advancing at you. but who would you be? a scholar, a bad girl or a haram bae? you can’t be two, so you became three. subah flipped is habus. poisonous venoms of the bush. subah, you hate me, but you don’t know me. we met but did not say hi to me. what do i think? abduct you and make you blow me? b-tch, i ain’t gonna do that, you started this shit
you like to scramble the game like this becomes shit. i can elope, cuz i’m a p away from people. but i won’t love cuz love is evol. i’m giving the best of what i can now, i can even shout, “i love you, subah, girl.” but you won’t budge, cuz your friends told you i’m shit. they said, i’m sick. i might be the worst sick but i can give the best kiss of goodbye. why? cuz i don’t talk about i, i talk about i only. but i like you
girls go for the most priced and the most popular boys. value’s my obsession. and i’ma rise like an inflation. but inflation’s value’s reduction. but look who started this. having a laugh now? i’m sorry, and i’ll end this with a nice bottle of ciroc. but i promise to not f-ck things up, i’m gentle. (even anonymous wears a suit.) shut up, heady! i’m trying to be gentle. and
[hook:]
imma a nocturnal terror, ‘front of you my behaviour cools
i’m a calm, pleasant nerd in front of you
behind your back, i tease others, and please myself
i love you, and try getting close
closer i get, the harder the pain blows
no more will i f-ck up and stay away
and love’s like throwing a ball at the stump
the closer you are, the more accurate you are
[verse:2]
you’re my crush, you give me cramps. afraid of girls, i need some ramps. i ain’t unprepared to the stunts, to do my stunts. the things that haunts me, hunts me. even norris won’t save me from this abyss. you thunder-struck my mind by false alarms. you said shit, repeat them bits, and i’ll beat you right in the head. on is deck low, in is new. i’ll hit on the head like hit inita on april 9, but this time it’ll be intentional. will make international rap about you, so, you’ll be famous and people will know you. make the world feel you’re a hoes. not hot, you don’t need a hose. i turn the world (dile-row)
you blow guys in the middle of the movie? what do you think i’m a roomie? i don’t need to be you room mate to make things roman. and scream “this is sparta!” don’t worry i’m not yelling but this a part of me being heady and trying to do a hymn in the background. doggy barks bao-bao, but now the doggystyle’s getting ‘ah!’ pound
you father is a mother-f-cker and mother is a father-f-cker. the mother-father relationship gave out a daughterf-cker affair-ship shooting and blasting. i’m not braggadocious and i’m very serious. if i ever get the chance, then i’d rape the h-ll outta yer shit. but
[hook:]
imma a nocturnal terror, ‘front of you my behaviour cools
i’m a calm, pleasant nerd in front of you
behind your back, i tease others, and please myself
i love you, and try getting close
closer i get, the harder the pain blows
no more will i f-ck up and stay away
and love’s like throwing a ball at the stump
the closer you are, the more accurate you are
[verse:3]
does this mean that the 7 years of love dies? no it doesn’t. my hair just dyes. i just wired this song with truths and lies. i just dyed it white and now i’m scared so much i look like a paper. and when i look at this paper, i feel like a stapler is about to waste it’s pins. so let’s not c-m and sum up to the right side of the paper, because that is the place where it gets all rough. b-tch, do not stick your b-m up cuz i do not want to verbally demonstrate some adult graphical contents in front the kids and infants. i’m done with this alb-m but i’ll never stop cuz i’ma truck this b-tches -ss cuz she doesn’t have a vagina hole. so, my goal is her a-hole to be rammed. so, i’ma sleep being a black sheep with this b-tch having a fur ball cat down her abdomen. and puck a sausage and two b-lls and some mayonnaise to make something between a sheep and b-tch. must be some stitches cuz that is what all the slutty b-tches get after the c-section from the abortions. a one man army, i might come handy. christ! maa is coming, chew off my dandy, swallow the salty candy. oh god it’s molten! “mom did you bring the c-ke for rabada?” no, she didn’t. you’re a blowgirl and she knew it. you got a boyfriend, she caught you cheatin’, the c-ck is feeding, the pussy is eating, the room is heating
and i’m a cook! i stew it, knew it that b-tches grew it; l-st. blew it, the dandelions are in air roaring but is so futile like your boyfriends d-ck that you gotta get another man. yum! i love this c-m. i like a pepperoni on my pizza with extra cheese, please. i don’t have money, creampie me instead, honey. the chef m-st-rb-t-d with the dough, get the f-ck out now, dog. the oven’s got fire, it is lit!
i’m going though h-ll. yum! fire tastes spicy. f-ck this shit. i tried using hot for chillies and spicy for tea. i realize i had learnt shit. dipshit. can cut deep in shit, can cut deep in the puss shit. fellopian tube is about a feet in and you want a d-ck to reach that place and still be left to stuff in? you’re stuffed! wait, till i get my kool-aid and stitches with my cotton, so i make you’re a stuffed toy. then i’ma f-ck your -ss cuz your a b-tch. if you’re a b-tch, and i f-ck you; i’m a dog, dog. i don’t choose bros before hoes cuz i got no hoe friend hooking up with bro friends. i’m sick of this gold trend, i preferred the school friends where no one dug gold. no one f-cked holes. no one sucked cold. no one trust hoes. but things change like an apocalypse of change. things hurl and i can’t dodge. i need a viper, cuz that car is fast but i like buggati
there are variant sizes, and variant surprises. there are bigger d-cks and there are bigger tits. there are booger d-cks and booger tits. sweaty and stinky, i hate them like i hate big heels. i hate big dits like i hate cloths showing too skin. i want to skin those c-nts and g-ys flashing skin. f-cker, that ain’t a million dollar worth leather. the weather is nice, chicken’s getting slaughtered. fly in the air and i grab my swatter. coldhearted hope you wore your sweater, cuz i’ma never be better
doubt it? shout out to pope. but pout with your b-tt poking and you lay out eggs. ooh! the layout is a hex. hence, i’m loud. i make a scenario in front of the crowd. i look at the clouds, but if you set up a mania. then i’ll be the maniac creating a panic. schizophrenia? dementia is coming. bipolar syndrome? tourrete’s syndrome! still you f-ck with this mad. i have had had with your ‘i had blow’; ‘i had f-cked’; ‘i had taken pills’. you’re twat and you got f-cked by a prick. was it your friend? how’d you know how c-m tastes if you didn’t taste in a test of curiosity or horniness. trying to befriend was giving head to a hornet’s nest. stung me with stings, it stinks that you stunk. spray it all on me, now i’m a skunk
morning beauty spoons like rushin’, pushin’, boastin’ about her boyfriend. hostin’ on 16 and pregnant. toastin’ something is in the oven, but i’ll shooting for the moon. i feel oben. i’m hard, you’re h-rny. i don’t have a b-n-r, you’re wet. mark my word, you’ll be a honey be presented bunnies. but you’re a newbie wanting a screw with two nuts
yeepee! leap on a d-ck. blowing; pigtails is nice with making the d-ck sloppy and wet. moaning; doggy, cowgirl and reverse, twerk, missionary. climax; things slow down when the c-m rains, but i think he dribbles. and you’re braggadocious, so you’re boasting
dirty pig f-cking pigs; pig f-ckers. oing, oing, oink, oink, no ink, smoking. boring boar in the room. feel blowing, and moaning, and showing moist things. tongue, tit, nose, ear, c-nt; piercing. blowing so much, you’re mouth is hurting. houting is fishy. fishy business at the beach. the sun of the beach is baking this motherf-cking son of a b-tch. overy duct is a witchery pot and you’re brewing, stewing, spooning, wooing, looing and this is b-tt-f-cked. i saw you, when i saw them eyes with ignorance. got shots in my eyes, i’ll sodomize. and i like -n-l
2016-2019, the semester was silent with no sinister showing like a minister spitting out lies. he’s a chameleon with dyes. changing colours, he’s promise dies. you’re like that pissing on my face, sissy you’re missing the guard. i’ma punch your fish tank, and breakdown your fishy business. but you don’t have a fish tank, everyone’s your fish. wishlist is full of shitty wish cuz your wish shit. not giving me best shot but i’m a whiz kid but a weird kid, i’m a wiz kid can magic with a pen and paper; a hymn that’ll drag you to the point where it is written ‘f-ck you, short b-tch!’
[hook:]
imma a nocturnal terror, ‘front of you my behaviour cools
i’m a calm, pleasant nerd in front of you
behind your back, i tease others, and please myself
i love you, and try getting close
closer i get, the harder the pain blows
no more will i f-ck up and stay away
and love’s like throwing a ball at the stump
the closer you are, the more accurate you are
[bridge:]
in the night i rise, but you ain’t over. cause you’re in my mind, all the time, in the bright side

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