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a wicked mind, oh
Negative white girl
With the predilection for a proper good time

And with the right last name, you can cut in line
Or you can sell

Tug-O-War

Chevelle

This Type of Thinking (Could Do Us In)

2004

Feed the cut and get in line
To live and burn is tug-o-war

Raped!

Go back and forth until it's learned
To suffer now or nothing's gained
Then wake

my nuts are like a dozen a dime
Taking cuts in the line so they can guzzle my slime
Ones in their prime are high on my priority list
But if they're

I'll get whats mine
My Event Horizon

Cut across this line
This tiny little line
drawn by the ashes of time
So won't you hold on tight
Hold on as tight

the energy calm up my mind
I'm lost in perceptions with blank mirror reflections
There's stanzas that's shifting directions
So cut up these lines I'm nearing

We won’t take their SHIT
End of the line, there is the knife
Cut through the eyes, put up a fight
Do what you want do what you like
Do what you like

the cuts b-line
Then we out bitch
Girl you know I'm balling when I step out peep the outfit
Your homegirl said you hate me based on last night really

a fowl
Prophet in the building
Wanna hear you calling out

Yeah

And I don't save time
Go out spend it when I got it
Cut the brake lines when I write

still being affected 
Cut off blood line 
Why you expecting a cry from the exit 
Me n moms past was rocky 
You expecting love from a kid felt neglected

the lines you drew

YEAH

I cut my wrist up with this knife
Cause I like the way it feels
As the blood runs down my arm 
I go in for another peel

So go ahead

know I speak from the heart
Cut the brake lines if you try to take mine
Hop the state lines just to hit that mark in the face
If you try replace the hate

My spirits low but my head high
My gut feelings were dead right
Get high just to get by
Need your love to get right
Bad bitches on my line
We

fifteen years
And it's finally time to realize that it's not me it's you

I couldn't fight the fever
I couldn't cut a fading line
I couldn't fight the fever

life before you take mines 
Remember being so hungry in them schools I used to break lines
Seen so many crosses a nigga might just cut yo brake lines

Just give me five and a lighter

Still getting high, I'm in the sky
I'm with my guy Tyler
Cut up a line, way more than ice
Floating in my cider
Got

can't own it I do not lease 
Line up the pie I cut every piece 
Can't wait to get more I'm going deep 
Crossing the gap I just made the a leap 
Always

the light
Wasted souls collide for the fire in the fight
Redefine the line
The sharp edged kind
Cut out the lie that says I'm alright

on time
Ever stacked magazines to keep your mind at ease
At the forefront lies everything behind you

My brain has been cut wide open 
Line up it's time for

to the terms in the clauses that they use

Their compassion's a knife in the quarterly lines-with no regrets to cut you loose 
They're hiding their stacks so

chained
Down
Someone cut the brake lines
I hope you make time
Cause I'm feeling lonely as of late
8 ball days fade
All my friends are far away
I failed

You hit the wrong button cut the wrong line
And started the wrong playlist at the wrong time
And everything that happened after started when

got some in the line up
Had some people had to cut off like line ups
Had some people who would watch it
Not slide up
I go up like a
Elevator
Escalator

it's mine, they sour like a lemon lime
They call me slime
Like Thugga YSL, Yeast Saint Laurent that's mine
Up in the cut they snorting lines
I take her

that I'm cursed with a gift
Give it 100 percent
That's just what it is
Why
Waste time with a great mind
No snake and I ain't slime
Cut a break line
Have