Lyrics:
Hanging On By A Thread
Yeah, I know you're struggling right now
We all are in different ways
It's like a new world that we don't even know
It's
the grand prize
That's right, a first class one-way ticket to
Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Oh yeah
You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before
things wake up
Stay together, it's a new break up
Everyday I think how we done it
Every way that we can keep lovin'
Toe to toe, we so strong
to check my weight
Won't be no sleep for me tonight, no
Gotta be hittin' Tulsa by first mornin' light
[Chorus:]
Call me a prisoner of the highway
Skip our way back down again
8, 6, 4, 2
You, but not you, but you
Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, red, green
Red, green, red, green, red
She loves
not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that
thought I'd see the day I had to say goodbye
Daddy, please don't go, I can't do this on my own
There's no way that I can walk this road alone
Well, daddy
don't know the way
But, baby, let's go
Oh, oh, oh
Let me hear you say, "We'll never look back"
No, no, no
Let me hear you say
Breaking away
would call
Bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, shoot up class-way halls
I don't give a fuck, who you call to come
You came with thirty niggas, I only came with
I'm free be-[d7] cause you wanted it that [g] way
Now you can go but [c] there's no need to [g] hurry
'cause ne'er a-[d7] gain will I ask you to [g]
Six point six hours, thirty seconds
I'm not here to orchestrate I'm here to navigate you
Nah, navigating is when you're directin' the energy
Then
second, I can't get nothin' done
Only concern is the next time I'm gon' get me some
Know I should stay away from, 'cause it's no good for me
I try
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines
in eighty-nine, because I'm
experiments
Theoretical observances and critical procedures, cool
to seventy-seven Kelvins, by submerging, steel cylinders
Secure capacitated it in
real with you
Beyoncé, I was hurt i went down seven
Years, on behalf of yo Ayy nigga
Don't throw no shit when I'm talking
I am putting my career, my
of doom was ringing in my head
Get up fella, and don't make no fuss
Put your clothes on, you gotta come with us.
To cell number seven
Cell number seven
often than not, there ain't no other way, Seven Second Delay
Coyotes stalk the streets down every day
Nothing left to say, it hits me like a wave when you walk on by
Seven seconds saved, the way you speed right past
What's the story, Mr. Blue?
Did she pull the rug from under you?
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door?
I could
hit gra**
'Til I be starin watch the parents sacrifice they child
The love's gone, a thug's home, with no love
Feelin' so strong, make young boys
You're having second thoughts I can tell by the way you look at me
I can tell by what I see you no longer believe in me
I'm havin' bad dreams can't
The truth is
I don't stand a chance
It's something that you're born into
And I just don't belong
No I don't, I'm just a no-class beat-down fool
And I
Is your heart singing out of tune
Are your eyes just singing the blues
Dirty records from another time
Some blood stains on your shoes
No one really
go through my head, then I wanna run then off them
I don't want no second opin's, so I'm asking her friend
"Just keep it lit so this don't happen
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