and jaded from carrying the weight Irritated and constipated And its all covered player hated,funnelled and consolidated Into the shell of one man with a gun Riding that thin line between
and jaded from carrying the weight Irritated and constipated And its all cup of player hated, funnelin consolidated Into the shell of one man with a gun Riding that thin line between
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minimal, oppression's subliminal These days it's hard for we to find peace of mind Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line Some dwell in hotels
I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y'all) So I can show you just what I got I read the lines and all the between In my
half dead with no future in the vacuum of space, getting weaker Along came a ship with the girl that was in it She looked like a cross between Bob Morenna
no gas. Going in a circle, never getting to the point. Burning up the atmosphere, my rocket ship boy. You say there's a finish line, but you're already
fantasies, yo I got all four And 2001'll be mine, by law Why name me Greatest Of All Times? Because for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in line
hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter Between us the gap's so crazy I'm Gucci
Caves of sleek stature, once sabbatical Once bring drama I'm bright on harrowing lava Within the Plexus from my anatomical It gets darker A sense of urgency Enters the atmosphere
is bloody, mean, and ugly My andrenaline rushes when the enemy rush me Tryin to bust me 'cause I swore I'd defend my country If I could choose between
You can't imagine how much fun we're having [Slug] Stop it there without a care to what you've got to fear Keep it all between your beer and your hockey
Frozen moments grown up made work Open up the doorway, sewn up, pay dirt Everybody wants to party full belly still suckin on the parsley Star sleeps between
for a replay While I wonder if I'll be able to hear it from the freeway Chicago inside of an empty bottle There's a thin line between gossip and gospel
2] Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the track I had to suffer punching onto somebody's back What's up with that? Where's the independence? Find the dotted line between
