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I've been bitter just been marking off the days
A thousand miles away and I can't handle all of this pain
All the stress and strain is weighing down am I

The best beginning is the one that's done together
Write the pages of the book, marking out every letter
Graduating from yourself into the life

a lie, Look at this, Look at that
Groups can’t decide, I know this, Is a fact
Try to go straight but the steerings been hacked
Parallel Lanes
Got me going

Line Painter
Road Striper
Make it safer
For all of those drivers
Lane marking
Straight lining
Keeping traffic 
So well defined

They paint the lines

the same)
(I'm tryna give something different marking myself in the game)
I cannot be riding waves I cannot be riding trends
I gotta stay in my lane I gotta

thoughts, let’s move on
Hold on to the dreams in the morning
Write that shit down to pay homage
I might go ham like her subway
Don’t get in my lane like

cornered this
Entire market
I am diabolic
Money fill entire wallets
Running through the mall leave a tread
Like some tire markings
Reign sovereign, all

Know they can't relate
So I dropped a tape
Dropped a fuckn marking scheme
Did a video with lilkaay
Put niggas on evisu jeans
This shit ain't been

try it without the frame
We gotta distance baby
Let's draw a median gotta both stay in our lane
Let's keep it at distance
Kuz ion know if it's you or me

something that must be spent
The way I count the days until I'm in your arms again
Until then I'm...
Until then I'm…
Marking time
It's bittersweet when you

through us
And the bridges instantly align
Keep marking the time
Mile after mile after mile after mile...
Every stranger pulls into your lane
Every street

past
This shit not a game
Y’all gon’ come in last
Yeah the boydem on ya ass
I keep my distance I don’t crash
I’m in the left lane
Bitch I’m going fast

the windscreen with your legs 
I couldn't read the markings
But I never knew what they meant 
That's where my miracle ends

You can scale the country
I bet you'd

Sirens in the distance, hidin' in the crowds
Comin' from the next lane, chopper gun em down

Comin' from the next lane, chopper gun em down
Speedin' in

and turned it into hell Born in black blood  Because this distance in our minds Is the distance that we're behind I can't forgive we won't forget I can't

The Adventures of Greggery Peccary

Frank Zappa

Studio Tan

of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar

If it's

solid colors faded
I'm moving on for better
For myself and not together
I'm not here for you to blame
Were better off un marking lanes
Our hope decayed

leaving a trace
Done with the fakes marking my place
Out on the stage missing the rage
Fill up the tank fuel up the rage
Cooking I'm feeling like Lucien

heart to heart from topic to topic
Said these markings all over ha body is just to remind me
That there's a other side to this process
Create new options

I created some distance yeah a nigga went missing
I told you but you wouldn't listen so I created some distance
You niggas ain't doing no different

Keep a distance when im on a solo mission
Fuck nigga you dont wanna come up missing
Keep a distance when
Im on a solo mission
Sneak dissing you gonna

the rain
Keep the fire still burning inside the rain
I'm watching from a distance
How'd I get this bitch?
Angels, demons, which is which?
Only lanes just how

flippin it[00:21.68]Yea these niggas gon hate keep ya distances[00:23.30]Why?[00:23.87]Cause this is the difference I stay in my lane and I'm whippin

the game that you play
Had to distance myself from the fakes
Had to boss up and switch up my lane
Now they wishing they stayed down too late
Everyday is