7 in the morning, death is in the air
Decibels from warheads, deafening my ears
Desecrated holy land, the devil’s near
Devastated, questioning if Heaven’s real
7 in the morning, tryna get to noon
Staring out my window, watching the platoon go
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
The man on the moon said it’d be over any day now
America will be here soon to make a way out
And put us on a plane to L.A.
We’ll get to live in Hollywood and see a Laker parade
Can’t wait to march down Figueroa
Mimicking the movement of the soldiers
Staring out my window, 7 in the morning, going
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
War, what is it good for?
And what’s the point of peace if we can break it?
All the wars we wage as nations over money or location or religious ideation
Humans cheering in the crowd, proud of their gladiators
Why is death our entertainment? I don’t understand
Primal greed, we always feel the need to have the upper hand
Murdering our brothers for the love of Uncle Sam
Marching like a soldier, waiting on commands going
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Other lyrics by Vince Staples:
7 In The Morning
7 in the morning, death is in the air Decibels from warheads, deafening my ears Desecrated holy land, the devil’s near Devastated, questioning if Heaven’s …
Black&Blue
Tears fall from the sky, mindin’ the hooligans I think I’m loosin’ it, hope you’re along the ride Buckle the seatbelt, so many want me to crash …
Blackberry Marmalade
Oh Oh Empires built on bloodstained ground Kanye West, I pray they all fall down (Uh-huh) London Bridge, they’re tryna cross you now (Uh-huh) Don’t crash out, …
Children's Song
Pressin’ five ’til the pen, free my Aphex Twin In the street like I ain’t really tryna scrape that rim Niggas be like (Like) “Ayy, bro, …
Close Your Eyes And Swing
To live is to be, like the nigga in the tree