Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seven Hours Part 1, artist - Blood Orange. Album song Angel's Pulse, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 11.07.2019
Record label: Domino
Song language: English
Seven Hours Part 1 |
| Rewind the forces |
| Take it back to what’s, and rewind the forces |
| Take it back to what’s, and rewind the, rewind the, rewind the forces |
| Take it back to what’s important |
| Family scratchin' on the surface when I remind my choices |
| That I made, take to the grave, it’s really poison |
| We lift up our voices and holler out |
| Give me a second, let me settle down, I’m wildin' out |
| See, that’s my problem, always guardin' out |
| Rewind the forces |
| Take it back to what’s, and rewind the forces |
| Take it back to what’s important |
| Family scratchin' on the surface when I remind my choices |
| That I made, take to the grave, it’s really poison |
| We lift up our voices and holler out |
| Give me a second, let me settle down, I’m wildin' out |
| See, that’s my problem, always guardin' out |
| Devil get up off me 'cause my karma wanna swamp it out |
| Shovel in my coffin gettin' salty 'cause I’m stronger now |
| Damn, ain’t had this pain since I was little, nigga |
| Damn, that’s why I changed the way I feel, nigga |
| Been gettin' high with open eyes, and got the same liver |
| I paid the price to recognize that I’m a made nigga |
| My baby left me, wasn’t careful, got me stressin' |
| Kinda selfish, had my lessons, always deadly, it’s a skill, nigga |
| I sniped Wesley for chestin' this question |
| Your blade heaven, then are you destined to mess with |
| A vampire, don’t standby as a passenger, they mad at us |
| It’s satire how they add it up |
| 'Cause I ain’t think you really take my breath away |
| A better day is on the rise |
| Figure why chase sleep, I’m tryna live a better life |
| And without you, I feel I’m wastin' time |
| Self-medicating, self-desperation |
| You be in my dark thoughts when I’m on vacation |
| Dev, tell 'em something |
| Before I sell 'em something |
| A fairy tale that leads to Hell, I smell the Reaper comin' |
| You know I’m pissed off, but listen, ain’t nothin' funny |
| My pockets picked on, the love gone, right after fuckin' |
| I get to lick on, then you cum, right on your tummy |
| I’m so descriptive, but guess what? |
| We really want it |
| Flashbacks that I have when I’m thinkin' of ya |
| I stack bags full of crack just to give you money |
| Please don’t react like a brat, bitch, you know it’s nothin' |
| Still put a gat to your back when I’m sick of lovin' |
| I’m never cap when I rap, really miss my homies |
| Can’t even nap, damn, I’m trapped, can’t you hear me sufferin'? |
| Seem like you’re likin' it, girl, don’t be fightin' it |
| Them Vicodins done got your blinded, dyin', know you’re tryin' it |
| I’m typin' what I’m writin' then recording, hope they buyin' it |
| Come here, baby, let me cuddle ya |
| For seven hours, had the power to my heart, and she devoured it |
| Feelin' crazy, but you lovin' it |
| Let’s take a shower, call a driver to bring you by me for this punishment |
| See we gon' fuck with no latex, yes |
| I’m goin' dumb for that make-up sex, I know you feel the same |
| You broke my trust, bitch, I must confess |
| Just give me some, and it can even the bet, made it a dirty game |
| Thought what we had was like a rock, until the top |
| I never thought that would we drop just like Despot’s album |
| You drown me 'cause you was hot, this heart’s poundin' |
| Repeatedly |
| Believed you needed me, you feeding me |
| The sexing with direction, I’m confessin' that it’s eatin' me |
| Alive, I die, correctin' what was killin' me |