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I'm high as hell, and my heart is torn
'Cause I don't know if I can wait for the next life

So cut me off, I hang by a thread
'Cause when one

rather die than live without you

From the day we met, there's something pulling both of us
A thread to hold us tightly through the years
This red string

like a puddle 
So I trained myself to hustle like nobody hustled 
I built an empire in my mind him sire on the shrine 
Reciting through the wire line by

the last laugh
Coach said come on by my office, I got a bone to pick
Busted out in tears you know how them moments get
He said this year ya last, gotta

that's it bih
I'm whispering
Been out the way
Bout 200 sum days
In em hills
Social distancing
Sippin on corona
Puffing strong aroma
Ducking that corona

(The weed, the hash or the 'caine)
(Afflicted by the pressures of life)
(Or the Desi' being stained on my brain)

Tempted by the sins of life,

and put a little to the side
Anything to nudge the hustle I would buy
Anything I thought would work is what I tried
At times all my hope was by a thread

hangin' by a thread
onto you
without you, I would not be anyone of importance
and that's why
I'm over you
hey yea...yeah...
said I'm over you
silly boss

everyone could swim
A feeling, suffocating
It lingered for years
The devil and her army, so sickening
Damn devil
Had me under a spell
Hanging by a thread

thought I knew for some years
It's been troubling my mind
How can I ever trust myself?

I'm holding on by a thread
And it seems that my life is unraveling

Dress of Laces

Lyle Lovett

Release Me

2012

And she has a dress of laces
It's worn in many places
The shoulder hangs upon her by a thread
And she has a need for sharin'
For someone warm

and feelings
Are you ready
I know I can finally breathe
I know I can finally speak
Held by a piece of thread
Pages are old as man
Decorated by my hand
Finally I

(Drop that shit)
(Drop that shit)
(Honcho on the beat, bitch)
(Gwop Gang)
We toat choppas and big 30s everyday Monday to Sunday
Every year I lose

Styles
I feel like I am alone
When I'm in the crowdiest rooms
These negus is copy machines
All of you negus are clones
I buy my kush by the quarter

WhiteyBulger (Hustle 24/7; two weeks, I put 200 up)
(Don't call me 'til you ready)
(We in some shit tonight, already) Yeah
Bow!
Uh
I run that money

a switch that'll blow you away
No you can't wear my chain this shit 200K
20 bands in a year? I made that shit in a day
I just wanted to be rich and it came

Sleepless, it's heavy
And screaming for my fucking head
Weightless, but petty
Pluck my heart out thread by thread
To time the hate
Wait, practice,

pass him by
Everyone's got to die

In 200 years, he could be in a museum
A mummified version of him
While passerby's talk about how it must have sucked

as your body Enters fight or flight
Fading out like the sun in a dark sky
Holding on by the thread of
A high kite
Bearing down noones there
To say it's

Pulling on threads, unravelling scenes
Then stringing them back, form a tapestry
Ain't a piece of cake as I make it seem
Pins and needles filling my

severing rappers heads
I'm screaming fuck competition
You rappers are bitching
And holding on by a thread
I've been inside of the kitchen
And cooking

right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new

Everyone is
Basically, richer than almost any
Alive 200 years ago
200 years ago, nobody had antibiotics
Nobody had cars nobody had electricity
So, all

Songs in Red and Gray

Suzanne Vega

Songs in Red and Gray

2001

right then
I feel that she peeled back my guilty disguise

Did I break the thread, or did you break the thread?
Well at this point we could ask who