It's a fine line
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Doin' time and doin' lines
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Off the back of a hooker like a big time
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Creepin' in the shadows like a locus plague
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Black dog days every which way
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Getting high, I'm seeing flies
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In your skin, under knuckles, using trucker time
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Creepin' in the shadows of a homicide
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Crack doctor on his darkest day
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Chorus:
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This is the thing I've been tryin' to tell ya
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Nothing is forever so you best get sellin' ya
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This is the way it goes down, I tell ya
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I see a storm comin', gonna get what you gave
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This is the thing I've been tryin' to tell ya
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Nothing is forever, so you gotta give it back, bitch
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Never saw it comin' till it hit you in the fuckin' face
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Storm comin' on the wind, bringin' that darkness back!
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It's a slight tell
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Raisin' up the white cell
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Goin' pale
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Turnin' everything you got to nothin'
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Thinkin' livin' is the shit, sucka'
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Now you're in the shit, unfit fucker
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Give tia sweat fit to nothin' (?)
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Thinkin' thrill seekin' shit's clippin'
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It ain't real, you're trapped
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And now you're gonna die
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Chorus
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Lost at sea, lost at three, Die da dee
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Put down the gun it's me
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Fallin' off the rails like a speedin' dagger,
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No rockin' roll kick, no rap swagger
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Just another leaves(?) a stroke in the end
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Use a timberland
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It's never over till you're dead, dead, dead
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Bring on a lepurcan singin' gold scene songs of the long gone
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I got a piece of the pie from an IRS lie
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I'll claim it when I die
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Chorus x3
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Never Saw It Comin'
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| The Vincent Black Shadow |
