Lyrics:
shorts / up and down the coast we coast
Yeah, we cry / research at beach resorts
Line up crowds at the pavilion / Max is playing "Vacations"
We're in
It seems the wounds will never heal
But under the whips and scorn of Time
Every Empire will decline
Soldiers in line and Gods up high
One by one they
I said, "What time you get off?"
She said, "When you get me off"
I kinda laughed but it turned into a cough
'Cause I swallowed down the wrong pipe
Ready To jock traffic shoppers
Lookin good spendin somebody cheese
Look like they worth G's
Dress above they knee's
And g-strings up they back side
beneath the crust. Play both sides, bleed (Treads on faded lines) One side bleeds so
Flee, flee pulled by the strings. Faces of angels once to high for me
Yea
Some of that old freaky shit
Yea, you know what I'm about
Yea yea
Girl bend over, back that ass up, I'm the quarter back
One hand touch down
Or these ghetto fab queens
Already platlum in the streets
I even got them jail house niggas
Sendin' they cheese to me
Big Chan in japan
Bitch I'm over
LMG KING CO
Line Em up
Shut em Down
I line Em up
Then shut em down
Ima bout to make wave better clear the lane when I come around
I line em up
Then
white gold style, rakin' bloody dough by the pile
Shot down, still alive, he strugglin' for the phone, fo'-fo' blow him
When homicide comes, these three
(D-D-Don't give me pain)
I see the granite tomb fill the room
Soil hit my face
Yellow light, crowded room
Grasping at the lace
Tie it by the string
Import my cheese stack by the castros
Make clothes
Or stay fly a chase hoes
Equatorians soft lips and straight nose
Making dough
When we ripping
One more bottle of sweet wine
For me and my friends
One more high lonesome song
‘For we go
And it isn’t a straight line
But we’ll meet again
Down
all breaks down
Behind your vacant stares, your strings are pulled by billionaires
You send your thoughts and prayers but only care for stocks
You let in
And we could not seem to
Take the morning light
And string it on a line
Do it all the time
When you wake in hell
You throw it on the line
Wit the Cheese and the Dairy
And the motha' fuckin' brahh
Uhh
Another burst, by now my lungs hurt
Been tokin' since I heard the third
Line of the first
the shelter
The cul-de-sac is never ending
Crack's along the shell they surface
Pointing out the lines of distaste
Visualize escaping
Sucked in by
a straw, we have a line. We have a bag, a rock, a mountain with a string of shepherds driving lions. Aiming skewers at the sheep... face down, asleep in
gone by
Searchin' your manner way down inside, still you don't know why
Lost in the mirror you're hopin' to find the fountain that's run out on you
You
thing
Shirts and tie to G-string
Tuning her guitar strings
And I want you to know That I'd be down for more
If I'm skipping my class I'll be at the front
it has begun
I am just a puppet on a string your raspy voice used to make me sing
Nothing heals by the sake of time scars remind me you were mine
I
draggin
Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Your momma is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the...
of the lake
It was some jump, boy I got sunk
Kind of baptized on credit
Fishing down by the muddy bank
And I felt a pull and I give a big yank
I drug out
An imitation of a photograph
Nailed in to the wall to stop me from falling down
Fettuccini spinal cord
These cheese strings are leading me somewhere
each other
Until morning light
You're making me move
Late nights, we rendezvous
No strings attached, just me and you
Don't need to define our line
You're
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