Lyrics:
She said, I know you've got a rovin' eye and it hurts me so
But there's just one thing that I think you should know
When love is on the line
devil in my pocket
I'm just doing fine, on the line
Hell is for the not like them
All fired up and ready for the promised land
Hell is for the other
Close the opera
Hear the red and blue outside, I think our option's up
I recrossed it 'round the map, I had to line it up
I be swervin' on the waves, it's
the underground
Frozen land
Northern town
Barely breathing through the snow clouds
No labels no checks, we alone in this
Shake all of my fears off, harmonious
They
Daddy-o, daddy-o when I close my eyes
There's a cyclone there and I want to rise
An electric train to a long lost world
To a land of a thousand
promis'd land
Casey Jones, mounted to his cabin
Casey Jones, with his orders in his hand
Casey Jones, mounted to his cabin
And he took his land
He
The lord of the land's coming round to complain
It's hard
The peacock flew to a very high tree
He didn't like grass or concrete fairies
Put me where
land
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come
Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don't understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater for ten o-nine
Tell all the folks back home
It's the promised land callin'
And the poor boy is on the line
Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don't understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
the Pelicans and the Saints play
The eagle land on Frenchmen
And the sparrow land on Sunday (I know he watching over me)
When Pop Pop wouldn't give me ends
to teach some lessons
I made you my world (huh), have you heard? (Huh)
I can reclaim the land
And I miss you (I miss you)
But I miss sparkling (ah, hey)
like smoke
And erryday, coulda smoked a thousand Newports
Really no difference between money and the time
Thin line do it all cause I can't be broke
We grind y'all
Bounce back, open your mind Y'all
Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline
Y'all know the time
Hey yo feel the base line
Speak softly, sometimes words can land so hard
Come near me, we don't even have to talk
Practice of breaking heart
Can become something all
Speak softly
Sometimes words can land so hard
Come near me
We don't even have to talk
The practice of breaking hearts
Can become
Something all around
Sprinklers that never worked
All the way to the monkey bars
Cross that line you got murked
That's other niggas territory had fiends
In the cheese line
They
I've just surmised.
You're from the place where I long to be,
Your smiling face seems to say to me,
You're from my own land,
My sunny homeland,
I've just surmised.
You're from the place where I long to be,
Your smiling face seems to say to me,
You're from my own land,
My sunny homeland,
Everybody was for me there
All the folks work on and free there
Used to love to wash my face
In that Mississippi Basin back home
There goes summer land
Walk The Line to find a way to hold it
Close Your eyes, ,so fine, give up for a hit
Have you heard these rumors
Have you heard these brave
Tokyo Ken beats dead on arrival
Semi and a blade rest next to my bible
'Do what thou wilt' but the word of the land
Is you best come correct
on the front line
While you've been in a safe house
Till you understand the truth
Don't send out your troops
Into the smoke of no man's land
Never to return
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