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Monday, August 2, 2010

Where Is The Line? - Lyrics - Bjork

Title: Where Is The Line?
Artist: Bjork
Composer(s): Bjork Gudmundsdottir

Lyric:
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?

My purse wide open
You ask again
I see you trying to
Cash into accounts everywhere

Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?

I want to be flexible
I want to go out
Of my way for you
But enough is enough

Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?

I want to be elastic
I want to go
Out of my way for you
I want to help you

Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?

I want to have
Capacity over you
And be elastic
To be elastic, elastic

Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?

Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?

I'm elastic for you

Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?
Where is the line with you?

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Where Is The Line - Lyrics - II - Billy Talent

Title: Where Is The Line
Album: II
Artist: Billy Talent
Composer(s): Ian D'Sa, Jon Gallant, Aaron Solowoniuk, Ben Kowalewicz

Lyric:
Urban Hipster, the new gangster frontin' by the club
A new wave mannequins packin' haircuts, instead of packin' guns
Magazines form overseas, won't teach you how to feel
They trade in their hearts for Indie rock charts to tell them what is real

When did they assume putting on a costume?
Gave them a right to ostracize
Out of the woodwork, art aficionados
Answer one question

Where is the line? Where is the line?
Between your fashion and your mind
Where is the line? Where is the line?
'Cause some of us aren't blind

Where is the line? Where is the line?
To be your self is not a crime
Where is the Line? Where is the line?
'Cause some of us aren't blind

She sells street cred with no smile, at the local record store
She's acting the role and dressing the part, pretending to be bored
The truth about conformity is it bites without a sting
Trends come and go but when you're alone it doesn't mean a thing

When did they assume putting on a costume?
Gave them a right to ostracize
Out of the woodwork art aficionados
Answer one question

Where is the line? Where is the line?
Between your fashion and your mind
Where is the line? Where is the line?
'Cause some of us aren't blind

Where is the line? Where is the line?
To be your self is not a crime
Where is the Line? Where is the line?
'Cause some of us aren't blind

Where is the line? Where is the line?
Between your fashion and your mind
Where is the line? Where is the line?
'Cause some of us aren't blind

Where is the line? Where is the line?
To be your self is not a crime
Where is the Line? Where is the line?
'Cause some of us aren't blind

Here today but forgotten tomorrow
Here today but forgotten tomorrow
Here today but forgotten tomorrow

Here today but forgotten tomorrow
Here today but forgotten tomorrow
Here today but forgotten tomorrow

Here today but forgotten tomorrow
Here today but forgotten tomorrow

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Psychology - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Psychology
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): L Alford, C Gavin, L Dechalus

Lyric:
I was born, in a dump
My mama died and my father got drunk
They left me, to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road

I grew up in a rusty shack
All I owned was hangin' on my back
And Lord knows, how I learnt
This place called Tobacco Road

Tobacco road, you're dirty and you're filthy
Tobacco road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane
I'm gonna blow it up
Lord knows gonna start all over again

My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away

Fuck what you heard, I'm from Africa
This ain't no act it's mathematical
Past the black radical
I choose the M1, because it's practical
Nothin' was changed, we ain't protected
No names, it's all factual

They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate
Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate
This is what we learn in the streets, fuck a degree
Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see

It's like watching your own father smoke crack
I have nightmares on shit like that
No way in hell I'll ever get like that
I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years

It's like a tour of duty
My life is booby-trapped, it's hard to see the beauty
When your heart is turning ice cold
Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds

My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin'
I listen close to what she sayin'
When she speak of Jesus I ignore it
But when it's practical I'm all for it

You got to think like a soldier
I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters
Discipline keep the mind focused
This whole world is a corn field son
Look out for flying locusts

My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away

My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away

Don't let 'em get in your head, they try to probe you
Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you
And through you, control your whole crew
It's psychology boy, now what the fuck that make you wanna do?

You can't walk the streets with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
And if you know the time, give me a sign
Tell me where we draw the line

I got your back if you got mine
My enemy's enemy is my man
One deadlock is stronger than one strand
While the crackers got the upper hand

My comrades stand on lands stolen
Every tooth a golden opportunity
Who holdin' my community hostage?
10 percent ransom, costing us time we lost and some

This is how the plan runs
Thinkin' with a fugitive brain
What we do to live is insane
Holdin' the weed, healing my membranes

Just like crack, you know it all boils down
To the dollars-and-cents of it
Niggaz commence to get [unverified] to sentenced to serve terms
Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose
When will they learn?

Psychology
We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls
No respect for their laws
I cut your face with a kitchen knife

In gladiator times, man against machinery
The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy
Life is a series of serious choices
Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces

Various courses of life can lead to failure
Too much of anything is a trap
My mind snap
Guerrilla warfare for two grand

They say karate means 'Empty hands'
So then it's perfect for the poor man
They say karate means 'Empty hands'
So then it's perfect for the poor man

My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away

My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away

When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
The mind is like a jewel son
Only a fool wouldn't grasp it

Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
The mind is like a jewel son
Only a fool wouldn't grasp it
Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted

Free your mind, and the rest will follow
Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow

Free your mind, and the rest will follow
Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow

Free your mind, and the rest will follow
Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow
...

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Sick And Tired - Lyrics - Anastacia - Anastacia

Title: Sick And Tired
Album: Anastacia
Artist: Anastacia
Composer(s): Anastacia L Newkirk, Dallas L Austin, Glen Ballard

Lyric:
My love is on the line
My love is on the line
My love is on the line
My love is on the line

My love is on the line
My love is on the line

A little late for all the things you didn't say
I'm not sad for you
But I'm sad for all the time I had to waste
'Cause I learned the truth

Your heart is in a place I no longer wanna be
I knew there come a day I'd set you free
'Cause I'm sick and tired
Of always being sick and tired

Your love isn't fair
You live in a world where you didn't listen
And you didn't care
So I'm floating, I'm floating on air

I am on air

No warning of such a sad song
Of broken hearts
My dreams of fairy tales and fantasies, oh
Were torn apart

I lost my peace of mind somewhere along the way
I knew there'd come a time you'd hear me say
Am sick and tired
Of always being sick and tired

Your love isn't fair
You live in a world where you didn't listen
And you didn't care
So I'm floating, I'm floating on air

My love is on the line
My love is on the line
My love is on the line
My love is on the line

My love is on the line
My love

Your love isn't fair
I said you live in a world where you didn't listen
And you didn't care
So I'm floating, I'm floating on air

Your love isn't fair
You live in a world where you didn't listen
And you didn't care
So I'm floating, I'm floating on air

Am floating
Am floating on air

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Monday, August 9, 2010

Military Minds - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Military Minds
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Darryl Harper, Tekomin Williams, Kenyatta Blake, Tupac Shakur, Darrell Yates

Lyric:
Stand in formation
My motherfuckin' real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers, all in together now
Ready? Hell, yeah

No retreat, no surrender
Death before dishonor, motherfucker
Do it to them, come on
Never got thuggish

Uhh, yes, yes, yes
Say what? West side, East side ride
Where you at, where you at?
Where my real thugs?

Where you at, where you at?
Where my real thugs?
Where you at, where you at?
Where my real thugs?

Where you at?
The cases of a drug dealer
Real thugs, where you at?

Yo a motherfuckin' army
Do it to 'em, do it to 'em
They love the way we do it to 'em
We do it to 'em, [Incomprehensible]

Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme
Introduce a drug called 'Crack' to us ghetto teens
Got a law for raw niggas, now playa, what it be like?
When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with 3 strikes

Can't seem to focus, hopeless with violent thoughts, I wrote this
Got these devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus pocus
An' so I learned to earn my currency an' over time
Affiliated, clearly click a military mind

May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out an' drug dealin' from the womb to the block
My live mind got me survivin' 5 shots
My 45 got me fortified with live rounds

When shit stick, we plot hits, when our block spits
All hail, out on bail, wrath of 2Pacalypse
Forever ghetto, necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw thug niggas never left the boot camp

I'm a nigga for assignment, one of the squads finest
Skilled in gorilla warfare an' blessed with refinement
My rap shit contains sections of bomb sessions
Says I'm responsible for black Smith & Wessons

Puttin' up on [Incomprehensible] in the military state of mind
Dangerous like chronic an' yard when combined
Cocoa, Brovas, pan the borderline
That's the sound an' your dead [Incomprehensible]

Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan
Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance
Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin
Mask my ninja style, surround me ready to attack

I react swiftly, what Father taught me sticks with me
Never forget the methods, stick an' move strictly
Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in, with no regrets I hold position
'Cause I circles, I'm one of the chosen men

Picture bein' put in position to move an' you can't move
'Cause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 o'clock
That's when the madness begins, so I start to focusin'
My thoughts on the war, 'cause the rule is the law

An' the law that we live by is to stay true to self
In this case, beady eye, why try? Everybody lie
About the block, true soldier mentality
This is how we rock an' move

Stick an' move, time to show what kinda nigga
Move or get moved on, let's see who's strong

In the days of the strange, where nothin' stays the same
With new faces come through with similar game
An' who you thought them, really ain't they
Catchin' deja vus of the game people play

It's a call for re-adjustment, fine tune your positions
You slippin' an' trippin' instead of bobbin' an' dippin'
Will never let this world of stress get the best of me
Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai Chi

What does it change to get a break in the world of snakes
An' those who fake, elimination, I'm facin'
Destruction, outlaw till I duck down
From po' po's bustin', no one to trust in

Rushin' to the goal line, catch a nigga
Beat him, treat him like he stole mine
No swine, I'm a soldier, told ya I control mine
Time to take you back into time, follow this here

One way out this black hole for this black soul
Shit is outta control, I'm fightin'
For my position to be a fetus in this world
I am enterin' an' my face is sentencin' for repentance

Before my body was fully formed into a human
I was already consumin' weed
'Cause my mom's use to smoke back in the '70s
Maybe that's why in the '90s I drop Gs when I drop degrees

When I ease across the block with Pac an' got all you niggas shot
You didn't think Boot Camp click would link
With the outlaw minded, if you do you press rewind
An' you can peep gorilla tactics in every line

Yeah, an' this is how we do it
Where my real thugs? Where they at?
Let me see my real thugs, now where you at?
Won't you see my real thugs, where you at?

Let me see my real thugs, where you at?
Now, where my real thugs, let me see where you at?
Tell me where my real thugs, gots to see where you at?
Where's my soldiers, where you at?

Where's my real soldiers, where you at?
Where my soldiers at, where you at?
Where you at? Get your strap, my nigga
Where you at? Where you at?

Where my soldiers at, where you at?
Where you at? Hit your thug niggas
Where you at? With your strap
Where my soldiers at? With my true thug niggas

No longer drug dealers, 'cause we now thug niggas
Where my soldiers at?
No longer drug dealers, 'cause we now thug niggas
Let me, where my, where my soldiers at?

Put your pistols in the air, where my soldiers at?
Put your guns up, tell me where my soldiers at?
Put your pistols in the air, where my soldiers?
My true thug rollers, yes, it just doesn't quit

Yes, this is that real hip hop shit
Yes, fuck what you heard
From the ghetto to the 'burbs
Know we meant every word

Where my soldiers, where my soldiers at?
Where my soldiers, where my soldiers at?
Put your hand on your pistol, point your pistols in the air
Where my soldiers at, where my soldiers at?

Where my soldiers, where my soldiers at?
Where my soldiers, where my soldiers at?
When Bob Dole an' Deloris Tucker wanna know
Where my soldiers at? Code Fo'

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Rain - Lyrics - Candlebox - Candlebox

Title: Rain
Album: Candlebox
Artist: Candlebox
Composer(s): Kevin Colin Martin, Scott Mercado, Peter Andrew Klett, Bardi David Martin

Lyric:
Well I woke up one morning
Seen my baby fly away
Sugar don't go
She said I don't be treatin' her
Right by the things I say
Sugar don't go
I feel I'll be left alone
And I'll cry all alone
Oh in the rain

Early one morning
I packed her bags
She said she gotta leave me now
I've done her wrong
I said baby
I'm gonna change
Gonna change for the better
Sugar don't go
You can't be leaving me all alone
'Cause I'll cry all alone
In the rain
In the rain
Oh in the rain
In the rain

Sugar go
Sugar go you leave me alone
And I packed your bags
You've got your plane on the raid
I said oh why'd you leave
Oh why'd you leave
You gotta leave me alone
I'm feeling sad
I'm feeling sad
You gotta back off
Baby you treat me
Baby you treat me
My life and I could take my mind I lose it
What I have
Is what I have
Is what I give to you
And I feel I'm gone
I've been crying

What you gonna do
Who you gonna see
Where you gonna pack your bags
And where you gonna stay
Say where you gonna go
Who you gonna ho'
Where you gonna lay your hat today
I said what you gotta change what you gonna do
Where you gonna lay your mines down
What you gonna do
What you gonna take
Where you gonna go baby
Who you gonna stay with me again

I said move it on
Oh won't you move it on
You gotta move it on
Hey, move it on
On down the line
Well down the line
On that line
I said pack your bags now baby
You gotta move it down the line

I said I wanna tell you
Say, what you gonna do
Who you gonna see
Where you gonna ho' your ass out all over town
Baby, where you gonna go
Who you gonna see
What you gonna do with your time
I said what you gonna do
Who you gonna take
Where you gonna lay your hat down
Where you gonna call your home
Where you gonna go
Who you gonna see
What you gonna do with your time

I said move it on
Oh won't you move it on
You gotta move it on
Hey, move it on
On down the line
On down the line
On that line
Said move it on down the line
Said move it down

What you gonna do
Where you gonna stay
Who you gonna ho' your ass out
Baby, where you gonna lay your hat today
Said, what you gonna do
Who you gonna see
Where you gonna go and spend your time to be
Baby
What you gonna do
Who you gonna see
Where you gonna go
When I set you free

I said move it on
Oh won't you move it on
You gotta move it on
Hey move it on
On down the line
Said down the line
On that line
Said move it on down the line
You gotta move it on down the line

Oh baby
I said baby
I said baby
I said baby
I said baby

You gotta move it on down the line
And take your time baby
Gotta pack your bags and go today momma
What you gonna do
Who you gonna see
Where you gonna lay your hat and call your home
I said baby
I said baby
I said baby
I said what you gonna do you with your time now woman
You got asked to leave
Pack your bags you gotta go
Got asked to leave
Pack your bags, you gotta go

Where you gonna go
Who you gonna see
When you lay your hat down tighter
I said move it on
I said move it on
I said move it on
I said move it on down the line
Oh woman, you gotta take it
You gotta take it
Take, yeah
Take your time
Take your time to make up your mind now baby

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Hold On Tightly - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Hold On Tightly
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): J Denver

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Lyric:
Lost in a boat on the ocean
Lost in a ship out of sea
Lost in the dark of misfortune
Where is the light I can see?

Where is the highway to heaven?
Where is the love we all need?
Where is the peace that we long for?
Where is the man who is free?

Here in the heart there is freedom
Here in the heart there is peace
Here in the heart is the answer
To questions much deeper than these

You've got to hold on tightly, let go lightly
It's only surrender, it's all in the game
If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly
There's always forgiveness and no one to blame

Some will take fame over fortune
Some take love over gold
Some will pray only for power
Some never want to grow old

Some see the day that is coming
Some only see what has passed
Someone will always be first in line
Someone will always be last

But here in the heart there is freedom
And here in the heart there is peace
Here in the heart is the answer
To questions much deeper than these

You've got to hold on tightly, let go lightly
It's only surrender, it's all in the game
If you can hold on tightly, let go lightly
There's always forgiveness and no one to blame, yeah

If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly
It's only surrender, it's all in the game
And you can hold on tightly, let go lightly
There's always forgiveness and no one to blame

You better hold on tightly, let go lightly
It's only surrender, it's all in the game
If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly
There's always forgiveness and no one to blame, yeah

Hold on tightly, let go lightly
It's only surrender, it's all in the game
Hold on tightly, let go lightly
There's always forgiveness and no one to blame

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Z - Where I'M From - Lyrics - Vol. 1: In My Lifetime - Jay

Title: Z - Where I'M From
Album: Vol. 1: In My Lifetime
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): N Whitfield, D Angelettie, Shawn Carter, R Lawrence

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Lyric:
Uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah
Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah
How real is this, how real is this
Uh-huh huh, inspect this here, check

I'm from where the hammer's rung, news cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run

Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt there more something and you nothing check

I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up the town and then sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought those niggas is foul just like us

I'm from where the beef is inevitable, summertime's unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, so everything you said you'd do
You did it, couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it

I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who's the best Mc's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars

Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy Son, just thought I'd remind y'all

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to God so long that they atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
'Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday

I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place well
Where the liquor store's and the base well
And government, fuck government, niggas polotic themselves

Where we call the cops the a-team
'Cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies

So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, God strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
We'll never know

One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

Check, I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap Lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner and down the street
From where the pimps, prostitutes, and the drug Lords meet

We make the million off of beats, 'cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat

Whether your four-feet or minute size
It always starts out with three dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
Then I reached down for their money, pa forget about this

This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, that's how they fool thugs
Before you know it you're lying in a pool of blood

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Thug On Da Line - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Thug On Da Line
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Jermaine Hargrove, Kimberly Laurice Ward, Charles Scruggs, Sarkis Balasanyan, Vachik Aganiantz, Eloyd Britt, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
These niggaz don't know who the fuck they fuckin' with man
On the real shit nigga, this is Thugline nigga
And I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed Off Leathaface
And I dedicate this shit to all them motherfuckers who used to be down

Wanna be down, but can't never be down
And that's simple because we ain't fuckin' with no punk pussy ass nigga
You know them niggaz that always talk the real shit
But they can never walk the real shit, listen up this ones for you, for you

Soon as I hear these cheese, I'ma stick you
Like I took ya picture, Kodak smile
You know that number to dial when in need of work
I proceeds to lurk, squattin' and schemin' plottin' on demon

And it's a whole lot of semen in this dick
Packin' biscuit, once the biscuits is baked
It boils down to the risk us niggaz take
Try Asu and leave ya loable to get floored

And if you ain't fully insured you ain't just asleep
Nigga snore, I got somethin' it
(All things)
You got some Henny nigga pour it
(We can all drank)

I done lost somethin' I ain't tryin' to find and I know it's love
Even though I'm dying inside, nigga is still a thug
The company I keep be wantin' me to heat fuck boom
I don't really wanna scorn, how I'm supposed to warn?

My folk once provoked, it's on and not gradually
Casualties is random, and like I tell 'em I dump naturally
Ay, yo, ay yo whatever you, saw I seen it whatever I say, I mean it
Most of y'all bitch niggaz wasn't thugs until Bone screamed it
Recognize the wisdom fuck that nigga shootin' clips

Matter of fact I'm tired of talkin, pull you pistol keep walkin'
Catch me on the puly wearin' a hoody
Or standin' on nigga lines, stressin', conversation
About dyin' it's Thugline that niggaz be askin' who is he?
It's that nigga from Jerz, motherfucker it's K-Mizzy

Them motherfuckin' thugs is in the place to be
Fuckin' shit up it's T H U G L I N E
Got niggaz in the club killas out for blood
Motherfucker's hit the floor when we lit shit up

Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(Hope you ready)
Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(We heated heavy)

Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(Hope you ready)
Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(We heated heavy)

Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)
Do my killas run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)

Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)
Do my killas run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)

Nigga, anyway you want, this is Thugline willin'
And ready to dump fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up
I got my line right here, here
You can step and we can jump it off right here

Fuck y'all niggaz, fuck y'all niggaz
How many niggaz you roll with that you feel is real?
How many niggaz you roll that know you gonna kill, gangsta huh?
Fuckin' with the Line it's about time someone took it over

I'ma get mine, can't wait for time 'cause it's almost over
I got wha'cha want baby, you can step but best believe
You won't play me, if you like that, throw your hands up
I know you like that, throw your hands up

Chaotic situations got a bitch stressin', holdin' the guns
Dumpin' on these trick niggaz for funds
Titties bouncin' in the lo-lo, creepin' real slow
La Femme Nikita with my heater and they don't breathe no more

So trick, hit the floor, it's that boss bitch
Nina Ross bitch, know it cost bitch, floss bitch
Got your sister hostage, you got my green if not
I lost it, I'm leavin' a corpse absence

It seems you don't understand my pockets pitfil
So it's critical that I get the dough right now
All your wants I can't satisfy needs
Can't determine do's and don'ts amplifies my greed to multiply my G's

You want war nigga? I got somethin' for niggaz
Quick to bust the fourth-fifth for more figures
Standin' on the Frontline with my fan bam, Thugline
Bloody murder all these haters tryin' to take mine

Call me the boos fighter, Frontline rider
Leathaface'll catch a case up in this place
We'll show 'em who 'bout it, 'bout it
How the dealer stole and cut it, police won't even touch it

I'm a rich nigga come to my show and bring your bitch wit'cha
Two thousand niggaz all screamin' out loud 'Fuck the law'
And all y'all niggaz mean muggin' me and my niggaz is my car
Partna don't get me started

Y'all niggaz ain't seen me get retarded in that mode I'm harmless
When her bare arms we far from harmless
This is the bomb shit so ring the alarm
Takin' over the yard, nigga Thugline's in charge

On guard a new clique, and we got new shit
These niggaz ain't nobody you wanna fool with either
So be cool with it, then niggaz won't have any problems
357 revolver is all it takes to squash an solve 'em

We all in this business to get paid but meanwhile
We gotta go fight off the enemies that hate us for these styles
Made us some cheese, now fuck the world
Tell 'em Krayzie said it, will I ever switch?

Get out the thug shit? Nigga forget it
I'm real with these niggaz, I chill with these niggaz
I kill for these niggaz, 'cause these my niggaz

That's right nigga, just do y'all niggaz know y'all fuckin' with
The niggaz that's gone put the raw back in the game
Niggaz that's 100 percent pure thug-bred, thug nigga
Ya better believe that, roll call for the soldiers
On the frontline for the Thugline, Roll Call

Asu, where you at?
(Hey, yo Thug On Da Line)
K-Mont where you at?
(Nigga, Thug On Da Line)
Wish Bone where you at?
(What, Thug On Da Line)
La Reece where you at?
(Playa, Thug On Da Line)

You niggaz knowin' where I'm at
(Nigga, Thug On Da Line the Line)
The Line yeah, yeah, that motherfuckin' thug ass
Track you hear is my nigga Super Sako, we keep it thuggin'

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

End Of The Line - Lyrics - Air Supply

Title: End Of The Line
Artist: Air Supply
Composer(s): Graham Russell

Lyric:
This will take some understanding
I believe someone is sending love to us and everyone
Who cares to take a gamble sometimes
Think of me I've given all I can
Stretched an arm and open hand to you

So never say no
That's the end of the line
That's the end of the line
That's the end of the line
That's the end of the line

You, I need, always needed, don't turn back for any reason
First we talk and then we fall headfirst into each others thinking
Please be where I'll always see you, life is short
The twinkle of an eye is all we have until we say

That's the end of the line
That's the end of the line
That's the end of the line
That's the end of the line

Take me away, take me away, take me away
Do you dream fantasy and believe what you see is weird
I need a remedy or a book to get off this fear
All I wanted to know is how do I get the truth from here
We play so small a part but we started from somewhere

All the friends that I can think of
Know what's going to happen to them
If they don't think on today and plan ahead for their tomorrow
Here we are just lucky children breaking out of the shell
I'll take your hand today and love you till we reach

The end of the line
Reach the end of the line
Reach the end of the line
Reach the end of the line
Take me away, take me away
Take me away

That's the end of the line
That's the end of the line
That's the end of the line
That's the end of the line

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Monday, August 23, 2010

1 Shot 2 Shot - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: 1 Shot 2 Shot
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Luis Resto, Rufus B Johnson, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin' back
(Oh shit)
What now nigga, what now?
(What are you doin'?)
What?
Proof, the projects, nigga

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

Security's gone I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the shooter's comin'

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
These niggas is trippin'
(Where's Bizarre at?)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin' killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she's yellin'
(Don't leave me)

I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my 38, I hope it's not too late

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was that
Damn somebody hit me from the back
(With they car?)
With a gat nigga and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi
(Shit, that's the clique we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way there

Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus today
I'ma park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

I never seen no shit like this is my life before
People are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in line
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad from out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument over a parkin' spot
Decides to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off

Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off

I'm posted up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he usually tucks one on him

Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
No, I guess not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the ground bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's path ran through it

And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his four fifth

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

It's Friday night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

That's right bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his truck is up in this mothafucka

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the show
Third's for the bartender
(There's plenty of shots to go)
(I just wanna know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

One Shot 2 Shot - Lyrics - Encore - Eminem

Title: One Shot 2 Shot
Album: Encore
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Luis Resto, Rufus B Johnson, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin' back
(Oh shit)
What now nigga, what now?
(What are you doin'?)
What?
Proof, the projects, nigga

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

Security's gone I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the shooter's comin'

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
These niggas is trippin'
(Where's Bizarre at?)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin' killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she's yellin'
(Don't leave me)

I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my 38, I hope it's not too late

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was that
Damn somebody hit me from the back
(With they car?)
With a gat nigga and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi
(Shit, that's the clique we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way there

Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus today
I'ma park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

I never seen no shit like this is my life before
People are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in line
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad from out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument over a parkin' spot
Decides to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off

Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off

I'm posted up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he usually tucks one on him

Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
No, I guess not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the ground bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's path ran through it

And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his four fifth

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

It's Friday night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

That's right bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his truck is up in this mothafucka

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the show
Third's for the bartender
(There's plenty of shots to go)
(I just wanna know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Sound Of The Underground - Lyrics - Sound Of The Underground - Girls Aloud

Title: Sound Of The Underground
Album: Sound Of The Underground
Artist: Girls Aloud
Composer(s): Miranda Eleanor D Cooper, Brian Thomas Higgins, Niara Scarlett

Lyric:
Disco dancing with the lights down low
Beats are pumping on my stereo
Neighbor's banging on the bathroom wall
He's saying, crank the base, I gotta get some more

Water's running in the wrong direction
Got a feeling, it's a mixed up sign
I can see it in my own reflection
Something funny's going on inside my mind

Don't know what is pushing me higher
It's the static from the floor below
And then it drops and catches like fire
It's a sound I, it's a sound I know

It's the sound of the underground, the beat of the drum
Goes round and around into the overflow
Where the girls get down to the sound of the radio
Out to the electric night, where the bass line jumps
In the back street light, the beat goes around and round
It's the sound of the under, sound of the underground

Chain reaction running through my veins
Pumps the bass line up into my brain
Screws my mind until I lose control
And when the building rocks, I know it's got my soul

Water's running in the wrong direction
Got a feeling, it's a mixed up sign
I can see it in my own reflection
Something funny's going on inside my mind

Don't know what is pushing me higher
It's the static from the floor below
And then it drops and catches like fire
It's a sound I, it's a sound I know

It's the sound of the underground, the beat of the drum
Goes round and around into the overflow
Where the girls get down to the sound of the radio
Out to the electric night, where the bass line jumps
In the back street light, the beat goes around and round
It's the sound of the under, sound of the underground

I don't know what is pushing me higher
It's the static from the floor below
And then it drops and catches like fire
It's a sound I, it's a sound I, it's a sound I, it's a sound I know

It's the sound of the underground, the beat of the drum
Goes round and around into the overflow
Where the girls get down to the sound of the radio
Out to the electric night, where the bass line jumps
In the back street light, the beat goes around and round
It's the sound of the under, sound of the underground

Where the bass line jumps in the back street light
It's the sound of the under, sound of the underground
Where the bass line jumps in the back street light
It's the sound of the under, sound of the underground

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Thorns - Lyrics - Storm the Gates of Hell - Demon Hunter

Title: Thorns
Album: Storm the Gates of Hell
Artist: Demon Hunter
Composer(s): Ryan Clark, Don Clark

Lyric:
Bitter thoughts became your every waking breath
Save the nights, your hollow dreams revealed the sweet release of death
In your thoughts you played a symphony of self
But your soul had bled a darker song of close to nothing left

Oh, the deliverance of blade and flame, your love
And greater is the blood

You'll find it in the veil of night where solitude is born
In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns
You'll find it in the veil of night where solitude is born
In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns

Every line a path into an empty heart
Where the words of now forgotten
Love fall silent in the dark

Oh, the deliverance of blade and flame, your love
And greater is the blood

You'll find it in the veil of night where solitude is born
In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns
You'll find it in the veil of night where solitude is born
In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns

Sister, don't you sleep through your own eulogy
Don't sever what you are for what you couldn't be

You'll find it in the veil of night where solitude is born
In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns
You'll find it in the veil of night where solitude is born
In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns

You'll find it in the veil of night where solitude is born
In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns
You'll find it in the veil of night where solitude is born
In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Welcome To The Suburbs - Lyrics - Hidden Stash II: The Kream Of The Krop - Kottonmouth Kings

Title: Welcome To The Suburbs
Album: Hidden Stash II: The Kream Of The Krop
Artist: Kottonmouth Kings
Composer(s): Michael M Kumagai, Tim Mcnutt, Dustin Miller, Brad Xavier

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Lyric:
Home, sweet home
Let me take a drink of my fuckin' bud light
Yo, Richter, light that joint
Yo, X, turn the porch light on

Welcome to the suburbs, where the grass is green
Home of the motherfuckin' Kottonmouth Kings
Where days become night and nights become dreams
Where everything gets lost in a dream

Welcome to the block with the spot that call my home
Where the locks are unlocked the land of cellular phones
Where the Kings was formed the true Kings is from
Sittin' right in Orange county livin' under the sun

Growin' up in the burbs where the herb's the word
The herb, herb, herb, you know the herb's the word
We high as some birds in your ear is my turd
Don't test Kottonmouth or you might get served

Now you're gonna get served that'll kick to the curb
Where the king klick stay licks premium herb
Every day, every day outta body, outta mind
Take a trip with us, deep behind the county line

We hella, hella high runnin' from it one time
Never hit the shwag only smokin' on the kind yo
Outta body, outta, outta mind
Need a beer from the keg but I'm too drunk too stand in line though

We in the Kings dome with a bowl to the kind
My body's feelin' numb, I'm going crazy
Outta body, outta, outta mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got my old girl Caddy, the color of a cookie
Lookin' butter pecan, 'cuz you know I can
Rollin' way too cute on my way to thrifty's
About to shoot a lil' hoop and get a scoop for fifty

I bump it doo-ah diddy diddy dum
Growin' up in the burbs, drinkin' beers, havin' fun
And I'm always on the run with a sack in my pocket
Kottonmouth Kings, yo, we the hot topic

You'll find me rollin' my truck just as high as fuck
You'll find me hittin' my bub on my to the pub
You'll find me in mid arc on the way to my moms
'Cause if I don't get high, I won't be stayin' too long

You'll see me puffin' jays on avenues and highways
I might be rippin' off my foldin' portable vape
And I never slip, I'm always either smoke or drinking kind
99 percent of the time I'm going out of my mind

We hella, hella high runnin' from it one time
Never hit the shwag only smokin' on the kind yo
Outta body, outta, outta mind
Need a beer from the keg but I'm too drunk too stand in line though

We in the kings dome with a bowl to the kind
My body's feelin' numb, I'm going crazy
Outta body, outta, outta mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You're welcome to the suburbs where the grass is green
The home of the motherfuckin' Kottonmouth Kings
Where days become nights and nights become dreams
Where everything ain't what it seems

'Bout to get my buzz bloomin', 'cuz it's close to noon
Double grippin' on the brew, steady sippin' till I'm through
'Cuz I ain't one to pound but I can go all day
Loc and Ritcher never play, get it straight, get out our way

Remember back in the day we built a lake bed
Only rollin' to the beach when it's double overhead
I go down to the waves to watch some Kamikaze runs
And if I'm outta joints I'm going home, you're done

Hee haw, I think I heard a donkey, donkey
You a weird motherfucker D
Recently I seen a new look in your eyes
I been expanding my high, searching for what's wise

Well, I blister my thumb from flickin' many bics
I listen to my pops and call the neighbors fuckin' pricks
Special hits on the street, no one knowing the line
Now I'm going outta body and outta, outta mind

We hella, hella high runnin' from it one time
Never hit the shwag only smokin' on the kind yo
Outta body, outta, outta mind
Need a beer from the keg but I'm too drunk too stand in line though

We in the kings dome with a bowl to the kind
My body's feelin' numb, I'm going crazy
Outta body, outta, outta mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We're runnin' outta money, we're runnin' outta time
Never hit the shwag only smokin' on the kind yo
Outta body, outta, outta mind
Need a beer from the keg but I'm too drunk too stand in line though

We hella, hella high runnin' from it one time
My body's feelin' numb, I'm going crazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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