Lyrics:
miner, let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin'
Just to send it on down the line
This is for the one who drives the big
One day, big catch, hit the bait and switch switch
I was on the line, I became the big fish, yeah
I swear my story just like big fish
I've seen hoes,
out on Prescott lane
She said you should've seen the line
Mrs. Johnson said to tell you hi
Thank God for hometowns
And all the love that makes you
don't believe you)
Murder (fuck around and leave you)
Murder (I don't believe you)
Murder, murder (your life's on the line)
Y'all niggas don't want
Drive on, drive on
The highway bright and long
The river's overflowing
The houses burning down
Drive on, drive on
The engines hum along
We
Thats how we heal if not
It’ll drive you insane
So much trauma and pain
If you ain’t ready for the change
It’ll drive you insane, yeah
My pen and paper
night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake?
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four-wheel
town
And the nights to come are long are slow to go
Well now she's up and left me and when walkin' down the line
And the dusty autumn wind begins to blow
I blew right past that city limit sign
Into that little town we used to own
The Co-op and the Quik Stop were all boarded up
And those yellow lines
your fault
That I fumbled your heart
Should've let go of my past for you
You did everything I asked of you
Drive across the country if I asked you
the wicked wind blows
The devil drives spikes in my bones
Before the setting sun,
There's work to be done,
Mates the wicked wind blows
Heave the line boys, ho
bad for this
Well the girl is looking sexy
And the girl is looking fine
Well ah skeptic and ah Kristyle
Got the girl them in a line
Love her sexy
I can't feel my face...
I mean I can touch it... but I can't feel it...
"Take a big sniff of these rap lines
I'll have you doped up, red with them
my shoes do get out of line don't offend me
I'm drippin that Jimmy that tru you know that we got it by plenty
I feel like i'm up in world war 2 cuz
to be my lady
For real
Scars on a heart time still can’t heal
(No it can't)
Girl you ever thought about how that feels?
(No you ain't)
Line in the sand
can get but at the same time all i'm really thinking is
I wish that you could jump right through the phone line
Jump right through the phone
Jump right
[Spoken: B.G.]
Stay in line hoe
Off top get ya mind right bitch (2x)
[B.G.]
Hoes gotta be tamed, bitches have to be bent
They dont understand
business (Get out my business)
You're out of line (out of line)
Get out my business (Get out my business)
Bitch get you some business (Get you some business)
haffi chop di line
c nuh cartoon
pockets written with death notes
c nuh Jesus , but yow we haffi break loavee
Couple millions anytime me drive out
Low
Dinero
20 40 60
I don't care what they say
Got Zay on the wave
AV line em up
She been fucking up fucking up (Ah)
Iv been fucking her fuck her (Yeah)
talking money then don't hit my line (Don't you hit my line)
That's why I stay on my grind (Money)
Cause I got money on my mind
They say we running out
money on my line, my line
You know we gone be alright
Now it’s my time, my time
You gone watch how I shine, I shine
I got money on my line, my line
You
The way you moving your waistline waistline waistline
Girl, you make me wanna waste time waste time waste time
Move that body with my bass line bass
Ay
If you step out of line
And you think we're gonna just let it slide
Ay, ay
You must be drunk and/or high
Intercept this simple message, accept it,
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