Lyrics:
shows it all with each cut and scar
It takes strength to remain in these times of war
You'll never recover so don't look back
Just jeep your chin up
killing you destroys myself, I wouldn't have it any other way
Fine line between honor and horror, my every action justified
Innocence destroyed, needs
[[Spoken: Transmitted.... signals coming through? .....okay. ]]
Echo echo one-nine
Hear the call through fault lines
Smoke signals, old rhymes
I cut glass on my callused feet
Cause I walk through miles of make shift mud
Motherf*****s I want your blood
I got the hands of history's
When she comes with a ghost of a smile
And she roams through his eyes for a while
Days turn as empty ground somewhere
Bring the gods, line ?em up one
and thats were I read/
cut your wrist on the fisns of the fish and drain all that you can /
and I rolled both my sleevess in then began to draw/
lines
hangin, bangin my nuts
Perfect cuts'll blind your sight, shit I'm just too much
Niggas heads will feel the rush when they turn me up
Bitches pussy will
must crush it
He gassed the Kurds, they gave him his budget
Said you gotta kick ass to protect our cash
Step out of line and feel our wrath
You know
of a bow
The bed of the well,
The end of the line,
The dismay in the face,
It's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike,
A point, a nail,
A drip,
Devastated, through broken promises and lies
The scars lie deep now, burning from inside
Cut through broken promises and lies
Intense resentment
The colours carved on the granite wall
Folded flags awarded
In the line of duty fallen
Draped upon the coffin lid
The banner never taken
The regimental
Some stupid chick in the checkout line
Was paying for beer with nickels and dimes
And some old man who clipped coupons
Had argued whenever they
stoked!"
Meet Marty, major label A&R scout, forty years old, gut hanginh out.
Red Ferrari, Marty livinh in L.A. bumps another line to get through
[Mad Child]
My motorcycle reigns are flooded; I'm star-studded
You maw'fuckas not gon' be able to cut it
Listen, bitch I'm a tough act to follow
Suck
the lies in your bed.
I will give you a holy white rose, cut the tongue from your head.
Tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will I die
Late afternoon back in New York town
Waking up as the wheels touch down
Pick up my guitar and walk away
Wish I was going home to stay
Line
And the train was coming down the line.
Exclamation points jumped out her eyes,
Rips all across her fish net thighs,
Big tears are rolling
As I'm struggling
It's in the way we fuck It's in the way you make me need It's in the way you cry To get just what you fucking need It's in the way you cut So you can see
cup
See me in the cut
I'm grippin' something I might leave with her
Stuck in front the screen
Y'all suckers focused on the TV bruh
While I live out
Wish I could be the pen that writes the end you'll know
Or be the ink that will dry over the lines you stole
Wish I could sew the rope they'll wrap
leave you pounding
on the door.
to pry open the heart that’s rusted shut
mend the lines of talk
where the’ve all been cut
makes a man wanna cry
when
town, a new degree Cut up my masterpiece Me and the dog sleep in When life is in your hands
Yeah I know the road ain't free Still want to know
Want
yellow lines
Pushing up against the window
And with one almighty lightning strike
The Great Lake rose up behind
Said, "Baby, you best turn around"
cracked on when Warner cut my marketin' budget
Uh, like I can't go on Insta' live, count a mill'
I pay for it myself, fuck them, I'm soon out my deal
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