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