Lyrics:
considered an incarcerating crime
To be inspired to make a rhyme
By smoking some of that sativa or indica line of genetics
That makes you all Edgar Allen
workshop
Stay up late at night until my brain says to stop
Then I quit, wake up in the morning and continue it
I find the same line, and add some more ish
Jinky’s mixtures made for brighter pictures
My brain was tricked, I started missing fixtures
There’s a thin line between a drink and a Jakey
Ten years down
we've been spotted by the perp
And his weapons are primed
I'm reading six searing lasers with custom fire lines
The kind that could rip through my shields
Disturbed by the urge for the bourbon, I'm smirking
I'm smoking my herb and I'm hoping for purpose
Blurred like the lines of a circus, (Circus)
Beg
your red cell line
Most importantly you will
Never look a gift horse in the grille
It's the other end that feeds the krill"
A new thought to the fore
back and I rested
When I've been tested?
Detected infected thoughts your interested in
Now the line of respect is thin
Means they weren't honourable
What
workshop
Stay up late at night until my brain says to stop
Then I quit, wake up in the morning and continue it
I find the same line, and add some more ish
of the bullet is indicated by a red flame.
AP incendary cartridges are used for destroying fuel, gasoline and for
destroying targets protected by thin armour
Taped to legs beneath pants
Likened to a dark moon
Colliding with the dead world
The red world
Unknown zone of tonight
Flagged down by the sight
Wavers
reckless?”
Maria is hiding the death under a red coral necklace
She likes a lot her red necklace and her green comfy sneakers
Her heart is utterly broken by
of hymns
And when the moon turns blood red
And love is something terrible but beautiful
That's hanging by a thread
You don't know if it's the
End or a new
narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her
suits that come made to measure
I drew the thin line between love and hate
Double date, what you drinkin'? Let me cut the games
Backstab a man, I'd
A coward dies a thousand times
Death before dishonor
Cross the thin red line
So stay alive
(No other place to go)
Silence the facts
Disillusions are
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
dollar bill, oil you spill
Thin red lines on the flag you hoist when you kill
But still we just say "Look how far I come"
Hindustan, Pakistan, to London
stings my eyes, I'm running blind
I might lose my mind, but I still can't recline
'Cause it's a thin line between winnin' and dyin'
But I'm still fine with
come close you might lose yo soul
Choppa wit the beam leave you red nose
Bitch I'm stunting by the way that I flex
I'm up next
So you know that you last
Damon did
Doc, walk thin red lines to shell shock
Hair lock with fucking broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz
Damn, man. I’m broker than an old VCR, man. I need a job. Are they hiring at your
Job? I got a stack of red bills at my house. It looks like
Burrow in between the seconds
Thieving from a thin forever
Driving north late afternoon
Sweet-blinded by the sun
The pawing hands of Saturday
Release us
to rise
Driven by the driving of red roads
I have seen beyond the boundary of the wall
Through a lens of married eyes
When we leave this thin blue line
I’m a pretty motherfucker on the outside
Ugly motherfucker on the inside
Someway, somehow, I gotta get by
'Cause I’m walking on a thin line
I'm
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