Lyrics:
making sense to say maybe I'm out of luck
As the days turn to nights, blurred words have left my mind
As I write the outline, my thoughts are
That's how it started
No outline or a plan
Just grab guitars and fake it 'til you can
We disregarded advice from any man
Trial and error crash
don't want no etch a outline
Inna bloodclot chalk
Earlier in the night when we bring out the music
With a box and a band killer sound boy movement
getting meaner
Busy bodies
Caught in the concertina
You check her outline
Break her regulations
You watch her legs through several
Service stations
Busy
(all I see)
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint
clear outline
With her head tilted sideways
She called me again
As the tune drifted out
She breathed hard through the echo
But the song it was long
It might be the way you move that keeps me up at night
Or the outline of your silhouette when you step into the light
Is it in the things you say
lions
Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'
Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'
But the guns and the drug bars that
Same chalk police used to outline niggas we lost
You understand what I'm sayin'? Shit is crazy, man
Fuck the money, yo this shit could never change me,
the outline still remains
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our
Just an outline made of skin
And my walls are paper thin
I want to let you color me in
Feel like I’m drowning from the sound
Of all the silence all
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two
of OZs
They want the outline, I give them a goatee
Goddamn motherfucker ya talking about me?
I dare a motherfucker to be talking about me
That bitch
and I'm leaving everybody outline
I'm all about mine
Getting paid getting laid getting clothes getting hoes getting green back
Used be like everybody is
glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk shit
I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory
Time to ride,
the outline still remains
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our
tryna tempt me, they just outline my shape out
Place me at the crime scene
I can see from this high up, you ain't got a heart girl
Privacy is for
patiently for spring and in this calm another day comes forth Sun beams cloak with fiery rays
the outline of the hills
spreading over rocks and rattled
ściany z Montany kontury outline'y
Bez granic
Kulturę i drani w kapturach co zdobią ten świat magią farb
Nie myślisz że mamy jak każdy problemy i fazy że
me without leavin'
Chalk outline, yeah, I'm stallin'
I never finished grievin'
I know why you been fallin'
For someone else's someone
I wanna
of day
No shooting star, does anybody hear you pray?
Waiting for the time to carve the outline of new you
Waiting for the sign to better everything
zu 'ner Outline, Nigga, ah (warte)
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Outlines
Schreibt meinen Namen auf Stein
Preache Holy Water, aber sauf' Wein
Der Tod wartet in Venice, auf der Gondel lächelnd
Du brauchst nur zwölf, die
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