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workin' slow
Someday soon I'll know
I never really know
Baby
Have you noticed I'm
Painting clouds in a skyline
Spotting clouds in my eye line
I'm mostly

on me
You cursed your own words and promises
It's not my fault, it's not my fault
It's not my fault, it's not my fault
It's not my fault

Spotting

the world, and
They still won't leave me alone
Every time I close my eyes
I see them there
Come around or drop a line
while I figure it out
I've been spotting

a line-up
No mercy if you dare glance or
Glare in my direction
Promise you can't stop this lead
From making a connection
Bitch, I'm nasty
Nasty like Rico

Yeah
Parting waves like it's christ mode
Dropping weight like it's lipo
Spotting lanes like a light pole
If you respond with K that's a typo
Typo!

lust, or just my luck 
Idonfknow 

Now when I put my heart out on the line don't guess on what
I'm the man that goes around and as it was
I like a breathe

And keep your line violent and bloody

Terror accompanies every breath of you
The noise attracts them and the imminent attack is always killer
Sons

shine
I'm like the dot in front of the hand
Cause I'm ahead of my time
And if that line went over your head
Then you better let it rewind
She all in my

to get mine and I ain't stopping
So spend some time and kill your mind we'll call it train spotting
It's like a code, no one knows, unless your boys with

Out of the night, we come back out
To taste the weight those dreams don't have
This skin's so fresh, these lines so fine
The edge has not even dried

a musa, call me prophet
Only on his seventh shot, hes already peacocking
She is spotting eight feathers, she is not stopping
Already gave him nine signs, he

the morning and I don't have any time
Won't you run out and get all those melting clocks off the line?
And if I don't have any underwear well that's OK
All

Man swear I'm in love and ain't afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I'm addicted, but
It's all cool cause when in love we all fools

Intellectual Dons

Cypress Hill

Unreleased & Revamped

1996

(*B-Real sings the chorus on 11 seconds*)
(Intro)
What's up we gonna go down the line baby
Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild
Give big shouts

line
I have so many personalities
I don't need no co-sign
I'm out that contract
Now it's time to get on my grind
I'm up now
You bitches
Still
Stuck
Huh

Godbody, guard body rubbers if after party, waste line tucker leave no trace sucker, you'll get a taste

Minerals, lemon flavor water, natural, hung denims,

thin

Prepared to end the life of every rapper hear to Maryland

On God I swear to him ain’t an emcee I’m not buryin

A very thin line between confidence

You and me, we're always at a loss for time
Walking on that narrow line
Of crossing to the other side of our timeline
You know we've had so many

Doing push-ups on my knuckles
I got my seat belt buckled 
Playing all my mirrors, I'm easily spotting trouble My lil cousin he a banger
He got that

Max done brought the stove up to
The attic now he whipping
Them bases blowing up my line
Just for a fixing
I'm popping flats off with your bitch
She

Multiple attatchments
Duck face strike a pose
Line these bitches up
Like the Coke
to they nose
Been the baddest bitch never had to play a role
Putting

probably would arrange to see her movin' cross the country
Florida Georgia Line is country
But a rhythm wouldn't speak another sequence
So they stick

Poppin off through satellites, I don't got a care
You've been ringing up my line gotta get you out my hair
Spotting you in technicolor, you're

you can never breathe again
Hold the angle
Better never move or they'll be
Spotting your body on CNN
In the blast zone it is very scary
See your peaking