Lyrics:
and refine, get on the throne
Sit back and recline and make 'em rewind to get me
Double cut, three line the sippy
Color red like it's behind the Trippie
Lil'
White light cut a scar in the sky
Thin line of silver
Night was all clouded with dreams
Wind made me shiver
Black and yellow pools of light
line that he either cut out or just forgot...)
Feel the pain
The distance grows like grain
No harvest until we meet again
Sometimes I wanna cut in line
To the heavenly gates
Its all smoke all haze
All cover my face
Its all joke all hate
All disguised as praise
I'd rather smoke
wrong
It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone
I was there when you said, "Forever and always"
Was I out of line?
Did I say something
beats were made of meat, then they would have to be mince
Rock the bells
So listen to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on time
He'll cut the record in
We crossed the line
Who pushed who over?
It doesn't matter to you
It matters to me
We're cut adrift
We're still floating
I'm only hanging
fine when
I know that I’m not
What happened to the guy
That cut the line
Painted stars in my night sky
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time
a movie that I wanna see
A tragic story, starring you and me
Yell "cut", we're stuck inside this scene
This is heartache on the big screen
The clock is
on you pussies, you can call that droppin' carpet bombs
I'm 'bout to drop a bomb like boom
You're gonna get cut, start formin' a line
Nose up, snortin'
I hate the city lights they seem to choke the night
Constellations all fading from view
Let's cut the power lines and we can stay inside
Only
Everything is wrong
It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone
'Cause I was there when you said, "Forever and always"
Was I out of line?
Did
crime (chill)
'Til I start slam dunkin' on that pussy from the baseline (oh, you like that?)
Now I gotta gas like somebody cut the brake lines (silly)
that's on the mind
I found a way and cut the line
I'm heatin up
And it ain't even summertime
I studied up on sound design
I need a boat I caught a wave
I'm
my closet flying like these months uh
Diamonds on my bitch I might go stupid gimme some uh
I been out my mind I take my time with all this stuff
Cut
pop trunk wop
Girls bop, automatic cause I'm top of the line
I cut my beep past six, and I raise the top of your spine
I'ma shine, Sucka Free, Boss
Lock the doors and cut the phone lines
Sleep with one eye open
Running faster just to stay one step ahead
Before they close in
Did I leave a trail,
feasting on some grilled cheese, while I dab you up with more leaves
Shits been hitting like a cold breeze
Cut the line I'm high like these trees
Keep
One time
Two time
Three time
For mine
I shine
I grind
Go hard
I climb
Can’t waste
No time
Yo bitch
She fine
By 10
She mine
I cut
The line
These
respect)
RESPECT
Any port in a storm don't apply
While trying to lay anchor
Where haters plot your demise
Cauterize cuts with such hot lines
On my must
It's quitin' time, quittin' time
Time to disassemble this assembly line
Lord, I love punchin' out like I hate punchin' in
Hot damma lama lama,
pop trunk wop
Girls bop, automatic cause I'm top of the line
I cut my beep past six, and I raise the top of your spine
I'ma shine, Sucka Free, Boss
pop trunk wop
Girls bop, automatic cause I'm top of the line
I cut my beep past six, and I raise the top of your spine
I'ma shine, Sucka Free, Boss
can touch Prince Akeem if you get through my mans semi
Cut the line at Ford cause he always been the last with me
We just like that
Gotta stop making
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