Lyrics:
there but never in time
The telephone rings till he picks up—another dead line
Kicks the wall and grits his teeth then pours some more red wine
Deal
[Music: Jakob]
Now I know, where to go
The miles are many
But I'll get there
In the fast lane
Full speed ahead
Down by the green line
And never red
force, To be divorced
Used to be the model right now in this day age and time
That's with the red-lines, when the mass say, take contact
They send out
cause the way I beat up her walls
And if I was to pause, it be a public outcry
From Miami to Canada, East and the Westside
See me riding by the big
prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
A man, and he looked pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I'm crawl the line
And if a jacker runnin up he gon be fallin down
We gon'do it for the Pat and we gon'do it for the Screw
Doug gotta red, but I'm
When the shark bites
With his teeth,dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves,though,wears old
Macheath,dear
So there's never a trace of red
should die I'll never leave you.
I wish that you would walk away
Red still lines your hands
I know that it's still for the better
I never said that
around
They say the earth shakes under your window
When you twist every word around town
Standing by your little red telephone
Endless rain on the line
being the last in line
Kickball is my life juice boxes are my therapists
those are the simple pleasures that used to get
and they now leave me here
to keep gazing backward
And never never look ahead
A pitchfork of a destination
Submerged in a sea of red
These nightmares never go away
Still bound by
the city of the mo
Man tho I'm a pisces its the tales of a scorpio
I wear Polo or maybe Isod
You pick the paradise its really by the bank wad
-Equipto
Shit
of the thesis done by Melachi York
Our crucial day and time, beware the thin ice and short lines
Plus the trendy who be usin revolution in they rhymes
Phony
afraid to cross the line.
What happened to the workin' man,
Who sang the truth about their troubled lives.
I was raised in Georgia, in a one red
If I could find a life for you
Inside these city lines I'd do
Anything to bring you to me
I'm dying just to feel so free
'Cause now I'm just
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our
There's a whole lot OF ones stacked up to make a nine
You know you ghetto when you thinkin' your a star
When you waitin' in line at the back for
to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with
like a rough neck man witha tough deck spittin game by the pound like what's next I can think of better things but in my brain its like a colluseam tiga
Feelin's empty, love don't live here anymore
Awake like an owl at a quarter to four
Don't blink, a caddy just ran a red light
Bumpin' thug life
And I
a real job
Busting chrome grills off at these soft-hearted breakbeats
Bouncin' with 808's and gray ink
Blue heart, red skies
True art died in the heart
of smile on my face
Alpha waves appeared
I?ve crossed a line
Sea of memories
Feel I?m going down
Achromatic day
Got choked by colored pills
I thought that
it
Enjoy yourself, yet by all means
Hold up a fist: red, black and green
Yes, the two are blackmen, we are performers
Say you don't dance,
It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with Daddy
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