Lyrics:
trying to push aside
And forget in time
And now we're inches away but
We're miles apart, so I'll dream of the day
And how we felt from the start
But dreams
straights and misty archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, orbit every star
Size don't really count and there you are.
And I'm a seven-inch cowboy (seven inches
Rope burns hot against my skin
My grip is tight, but giving in
My patience wearing like the wick
Strange for a stubborn man who's skull is inches
hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles
In laughter, in
Three inches above the floor
Man in a box wants to burn my soul
And I'm tired, and I'm tired.
Is that the truth he says
The pain is easy
Too many
these last inches of rope on a new machine left for dead.
Wasting years praying for solanka an uncharted mind embracing spirits of another kind
inches away
Already I'm out and over
And pulled down by these waves
I've got right now
Witless and white knuckled
I've got right now
account till tha over flow came
My uncle prime got a 5 and it's top of tha line
19 inches cause 20's fucks up tha ride
I'm worth millions, I'm a balla
a league of my own
Better greet me with the code when you hit me on the phone
Tell them hoes I'm on the roam on 26 inches of chrome
I'm at a half of mill
hundred minutes
How do you measure - measure a year?
In daylights - in sunsets
In midnights - in cups of coffee
In inches - in miles
In laughter - in strife
to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older -- man it got colder
own death
It helped me appreciate life less
I've seen my life in dreams
It helped me realize I'm blessed
Eight inches of flesh
I'm the shepherd
17, out the heat mayn
It's like that, 22 inches be sitting flat
On the Lac, you think I only make money from rap
Hell naw, I'm known to bleed blocks
drivin dangerous
Twenty inches on the caddy, don't blame me
Slab on the floor, but it's my turn baby
Money ain't natin to me
See that birdman Jr., that
gun
Would you reveal to me your compassion?
Fashionably, I wearing down the inches of Mercury, in me
Won't somebody please
Please choose me
I am contemplating closure
I am inches from the edge
Then the tension boils over to anger
And you stare with disgust at your bread
Your fingers
reality.
Do not continue, try it, I've got 50 different breaths to breathe.
I wanna get it on, working til the break of dawn.
8 fuckin' inches down
sand, paint it again
Get my baby lookin' nice
Now I'm bendin' out fee
Marble purpose green
Twenty four inches under the wheel well
Mother fucker I'm
the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts
Your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box
You passed the further: descending coils of paradox
with his mistress
She sits at a distance ..but what is this?
She?s throwing charm like javelins traveling within inches
I duck and dodge but now her
angels won't go.
Bound up perfected 5 inches inflated
You'll be an overnight extrovert
Pattern the body, beauty by numbers
Breathe in tight, this is
we on 26
Inches sittin high
Haters sick when I ride by
That's why I keep a cannon in my lap in case they wanna try
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm screwed up
He watches with one squinty eye
His breath is worse than his bite
He stands only ten inches high
You know, he'll fight
Chorus:
Little Old Man Dog X4
inches of water
So when I can barely breathe for me,
Will you?
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