| Life brings nothing but tornados
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| And hot volcanos, they burn your eyes (burn your eyes)
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| We stand through the fire and brimstone
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| The Gods with no bone we walk the line
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| Come on back, I got your back
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| Rock for the fam where my people at?
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| I’m walking, walking, the line I’m walking
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| Should or could’a gone like this
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| We go hard, they ain’t shit
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| We walking, walking, the line we walking
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| Fuck yeah, I’m bad, bad like a bad dream, your dad had
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| I’m walking, walking, the line I’m walking
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| Think I’ll go jump on a rope
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| I’m sick of all the bullshit ready to blow
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| We walking, walking, the line we walking
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| Life brings nothing but tornados
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| And hot volcanos, they burn your eyes (burn your eyes)
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| We stand through the fire and brimstone
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| The Gods with no bone we walk the line
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| First one, never the last, I’m comin in hot and I’m pulling it fast
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| I’m walking, walking, the line I’m walking
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| Always wanna guess what it down real quick
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| Cause I do it so slick rick, loaded in a pimps pit
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| We walking, walking, the line we walking
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| Running, bike tuned up
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| Out in the hills I’m kicking up dust
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| I’m walking, walking, the line I’m walking
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| Steason D-Loc look toughed up
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| You better bring a bunch if you ridin' with us
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| We walking, walking, the line we walking
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| Got the move on, got the coup on
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| That means I got a brand new sit on
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| Acting hard I’ll attack your broad
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| Then I’m 'bout to cut like a stack of cards
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| Make a judgement like I pass the bar
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| Smash that ass like I smash guitars
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| Rock stars not a thug or a group
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| But I feel like I done every drug in the book
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| And I know when I roll
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| But I’m saying hi ho you fine so
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| Maybe baby I can blow your mind slow
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| Now, now, now you know who you dealing with
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| The real pimp say no to the man
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| 'n I’m giving 'em a lot hold in the middle bit
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| Don’t act like the flow isn’t getting it
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| Life brings nothing but tornados
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| And hot volcanos, they burn your eyes (burn your eyes)
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| We stand through the fire and brimstone
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| The Gods with no bone we walk the line
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| You’re fine rolling gutters took you down like nothing but
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| I kick your teeth and feed you beat with all these feet
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| You in the cheap seats getting no piece like your …
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| You’re barking on the man 'n now you got these runners walkin'
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| I got my x-ray vision itching bits to catch you …
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| I gots a feeling groovy so I can teleport to you
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| You suckers 'bout to know me, flying like your girlfriend blew me
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| Your time … don’t impress me …, try the lesson
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| Most haters …, watch the real get …
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| Life brings nothing but tornados
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| And hot volcanos, they burn your eyes (burn your eyes)
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| We stand through the fire and brimstone
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| The Gods with no bone we walk the line |