Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Line Em Up, artist - Russ. Album song CHOMP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Russ My Way
Song language: English
Line Em Up |
| Operation touch a b |
| I heard that money comes in waves they say I drowned at 23 |
| And I’ve been drowning ever since |
| I might need counseling for this shit |
| Because I climbed the mountain fast and all I found was just a cliff |
| The lesson there |
| Is getting there is way more fun than getting there |
| But here we are compliantly got INC’s in Delaware |
| Dodged a couple Guinevere’s |
| Thank God I got no Lancelot’s |
| I’m a king I’m well aware |
| Of who’s inside my Camelot |
| Couple women tryna bunk with me like threes a company |
| Yalls crazy ass might be my shot of don but not my cup of tea |
| Once a week I lose my cool I’m probably downplaying |
| Gettin head in my trailer before I headline got the crowd waiting |
| My fault that’s just how I do sometimes I’m reckless |
| My fault that’s just how they do it down in Texas |
| To the people I gave love to |
| Who turned around told me fuck you |
| If you don’t heal what hurt you |
| You’ll bleed on someone who ain’t cut you |
| Wise words my momma sent |
| Why you think I’m single still |
| Ain’t met a chick as solid yet |
| I paid my sisters college debt |
| I’m just out here being chosen |
| Doors of opportunity keep creaking open |
| Lotta women claiming I’m they boyfriend like they B Simone |
| When really all we shared was just a fleeting moment |
| Y’all completely broken |
| Please just leave me alone it’s gettin kind of weird |
| One by one (Yeah), two by two |
| Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up |
| One by one, two by two |
| I’ma knock 'em all down, down |
| Lord have mercy on my soul, I’m 'bout ship a couple of bricks |
| Ratchet by the Bible, on the dresser, call a preacher, quick |
| What we do to get this cake? |
| Foul in every way we think |
| Lay down anything for food, quicker than the eye can blink |
| Flow, crazy, yeah, these shorties lickin' coke up off my dick |
| Fuck the street’s a bitch, blasphemous to say this shit |
| Lord, forgive me, 'cause I know it’s crazy that I had these thoughts |
| Brag stash in the glove compartment |
| Hand up in the latest Porsche |
| Of course, and while she gobble me between the jaws |
| Money on my mind, lust devil bleedin' through my pores |
| Savage with the way we live, sometimes escaping how we suffer |
| Spendin' money like we stupid, grindin' 'til it take me under |
| Keep my eye on every (Woof), cop the latest Maybach Zeppelin |
| Keep a for the state of the art, greatest weapons |
| And though we livin' reckless, always try avoidin' dyin' |
| Cross my heart and hope to live, while I hear my mama cryin' |
| Mama sittin' and watch her son just grow from such a little angel |
| Morphe into a creature, she don’t recognize at the dinner table |
| Clueless and she can’t explain |
| How the hell did I become it, nigga with this darkest that do shit and sickness |
| to her stomach |
| Fuck this shit sittin' on the surface |
| Mama know my heart is good |
| I’m ain’t tryna save myself, I’m busy tryna save the hood |
| Yeah, I know that’s what they say |
| Find ourselves in endless trouble |
| Leavin' youngins on the strip |
| Slide on couple hefty bundles |
| Grown-ups tell me that I’m shameful |
| How I claim I helped the people |
| Helpful as the ones creatin', Heroine |
| For a junkies needle in one hand, now the other |
| Like them niggas talkin' nonsense |
| Fuckin' pusssy, money, livin' foul without a conscience |
| Sniffin' coke, occasionally |
| Lace my weed when gettin' blunted |
| Balance out my mental, give a homeless man a crispy hundred |
| We had church on Sunday, while I’m out here livin' lies |
| And feel like the preacher lookin' at me, steadily replyin' |
| One by one, two by two |
| Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up |
| One by one, two by two |
| I’ma knock 'em all down, down |