It's a fine line
Doing time and doing lines
Off the back of a hooker like a big time
Creeping in the shadows like a locus plague
Black dog days every which way
Getting high, I'm seeing flies
In your skin, under knuckles, using trucker time
Creeping in the shadows of a homicide
Crack doctor on his darkest day
This is the thing I've been trying to tell ya
Nothing is forever so you best get selling ya
This is the way it goes down, I tell ya
I see a storm coming, gonna get what you gave
This is the thing I've been trying to tell ya
Nothing is forever
So you gotta give it back, bitch
Never saw it coming till
It hit you in the fucking face
Storm coming on the wind
Bringing that darkness back!
It's a slight tell
Raising up the white cell
Going pale
Turning everything you got to nothing
Thinking living is the shit, suckag
Now you're in the shit, unfit fucker
Give tia sweat fit to nothing
Thinking thrill seeking shit's clipping
It ain't real, you're trapped
And now you're gonna die
Lost at sea, lost at three, Die da dee
Put down the gun it's me
Falling off the rails like a speeding dagger,
No rocking roll kick, no rap swagger
Just another leaves . a stroke in the end
Use a timberland
It's never over till you're dead, dead, dead
Bring on a lepurcan singing
Gold scene songs of the long gone
I got a piece of the pie from an IRS lie
I'll claim it when I die
X3
