Search results for 'line-shooting'

keep my life going for them better reasons
Not a way to to talk to him for a better reason
Lines shooting out they ass when you see em feening
Free D is

shoot my heart like you do

You should know when you whisper in my ear
The reason why I think it's my finish line
Shooting my heart, shooting my heart

Play with sticks
I think it's drum line
You cross the boss
You meet the gun line
Shooting above the rim
I think it's crunch time
We up the score
If

bigger things like a waist line
Shooting all my shots from the baseline
I ain't ever been the one that's gonna waste time
All my troubles working out in my

I forget to breathe
In a universe of possibilities
I'd choose this waking dream

You and I are infinite lines
Shooting out across a dark sky
And we

you
In the line shooting soldiers with the same purpose as you

Fight for your life, for your honor, four your country
For the love ones at home waiting

The dust had 'em feelin' like He-Man
When Barkley was at the line shooting up
Foul shots with a black eye
I was really up in houses supplying
The fiends with

see-through horn
screaming shouting forgotten lines

Shooting our rage again
like arrows far past the pain

And when the dogs fast arrived
baying across

time them time 
Ah e ah e 
Them time them time 
Ah e ah e 
Hitters on the frontline 
Don't you pass that gun line 
Shooting pass the goal line 
We going

sleeping with anyone why
Daddy keeps rolling up papers for line
Shooting up heroine what a bloodline
Was I born in torn from the fact family morbid
Just

One night in line
Shooting star, I'm
Just waiting for you
One last night it'll only get better
Drink till we're drunk cause there's no tomorrow
So let's

A
But I'm still making that B line
Shooting at my goals homie
I will never cease fire
Now my team woosah
So many days where we sighed
You get what decide

a drum line
Love stories and it's never a fun time
Thinking she feeling the muh-fucking punch line
Shooting my shot
I'm on crunch time
Cook that lil boy

Crouching in the shadows as you cast your stones
Your whole life is built on blood and broken bones
Standing in the front line shooting enemies
All

play pretend
I can't afford the real thing, living on a big screen
Fit it in my pocket, hit send
Cutting through the blurred-out lines
Shooting in

knows
What we on I keep my distance but request that
Bad bitches on my line shooting they best cap
And if you talking better show it
Pull up to my crib

Fendi on my mind, thugging with a child  
Undercover with the blinds, can I get you on the line
Shooting em on sight, double-seater like a bike
Forty

keep me pushing through the line 

Shooting in the sky
Keep swishing like Ai 
So i go inside with d rose on my mind 
Im a playmaker like j will 
Im

back streets and factory districts
To trap me in abandoned lots
Where all the stimulation I need is in the form of lines shooting from a phone screen

to these ops (Ops)
Ruger with the drop (Top)
Best not, best not call the cops (Best Not!)

Bitch I'm at the line
Shooting shots
I ain't missin'
Always on my

I'm wilding on loose
Barrel is overheating they tell me to cool it
Spitting the fire lines shooting like bullets
I'm bulletproof so I'm here to prove it

Don't cry Baby
星灯りの小径に立つ
10万ビットの不機嫌
はじめてだね 無口なキミ
誰がそんなにさせたの?
Run and Run 走り続けて
Dead end line つまずいて
Shooting down
都会の海は今日も流れる
だから Don't cry Baby
Don't

hungry addiction
Working class leaders now targets

Line the shooting range for the new world order
Line the shooting range for the new world order
Right

blue with you

Hold the line
Hold the line
Hold the line
Hold the line

Shooting love away across the milky way
Drained, I walk away and end up here