THE LINE
I have so much to say, but in the least most simple way, I love you
I miss when it all was new, when I ain't have nothin' to prove
Cool water fallin' over the edge of the pool, I don't know if I should tell you the truth
God honest movin' on, it's just harder to do
All the salt washed out of the wounds
Fuck a band, fuck a band-aid, man, I need solutions
Get em in music
Carried you niggas all over the waves, I feel like a cruise ship
Let it stray off the pavement, now its shit on my shoes, yeah
Concrete turn brown when I'm wipin' my feet
Album sittin', I ain't finna release
Last tape cut me off of the leash
Lost dog back out in the streets
Layin' low, tryna duck the police
Ten packs for like twenty apiece
Eatin' defeats to keep up the peace
The beats was on rinse and repeat
The lyrics ain't comin' to me
And these days I've been checked out
(The lyrics ain't comin' to me)
Need somewhere to lay my head down
(The lyrics ain't comin' to me)
I'm so worried about myself now
(The lyrics ain't comin' to me)
Phone off, don't try me
If you really need me, you can find me
Yeah, you can find me
Find me, yeah
You can find me at the end of the line
(The line)
You can find me at the end of the line
(The line)
You can find me at the end of the line
The line
You can find me at the end of the line
The line
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaaaah
Yeah
Thank you for the many things you've done
You've been good to me and I.
Thank you for the many things you've done
Stood up like the strongest tree
I miss when it all was new, when I ain't have nothin' to prove
Cool water fallin' over the edge of the pool, I don't know if I should tell you the truth
God honest movin' on, it's just harder to do
All the salt washed out of the wounds
Fuck a band, fuck a band-aid, man, I need solutions
Get em in music
Carried you niggas all over the waves, I feel like a cruise ship
Let it stray off the pavement, now its shit on my shoes, yeah
Concrete turn brown when I'm wipin' my feet
Album sittin', I ain't finna release
Last tape cut me off of the leash
Lost dog back out in the streets
Layin' low, tryna duck the police
Ten packs for like twenty apiece
Eatin' defeats to keep up the peace
The beats was on rinse and repeat
The lyrics ain't comin' to me
And these days I've been checked out
(The lyrics ain't comin' to me)
Need somewhere to lay my head down
(The lyrics ain't comin' to me)
I'm so worried about myself now
(The lyrics ain't comin' to me)
Phone off, don't try me
If you really need me, you can find me
Yeah, you can find me
Find me, yeah
You can find me at the end of the line
(The line)
You can find me at the end of the line
(The line)
You can find me at the end of the line
The line
You can find me at the end of the line
The line
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaaaah
Yeah
Thank you for the many things you've done
You've been good to me and I.
Thank you for the many things you've done
Stood up like the strongest tree
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Pickett
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