It's a fine line Doin' time and doin' lines Off the back of a hooker like a big time Creepin' 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 Creepin' in the shadows of a homicide Crack doctor on his darkest day Chorus: This is the thing I've been tryin' to tell ya Nothing is forever so you best get sellin' ya This is the way it goes down, I tell ya I see a storm comin', gonna get what you gave This is the thing I've been tryin' to tell ya Nothing is forever, so you gotta give it back, b**h Never saw it comin' till it hit you in the f**in' face Storm comin' on the wind, bringin' that darkness back! It's a slight tell Raisin' up the white cell Goin' pale Turnin' everything you got to nothin' Thinkin' livin' is the sh**, s**a' Now you're in the sh**, unfit f**er Give tia sweat fit to nothin' (?) Thinkin' thrill seekin' sh**'s clippin' It ain't real, you're trapped And now you're gonna die Chorus Lost at sea, lost at three, Die da dee Put down the gun it's me Fallin' off the rails like a speedin' dagger, No rockin' 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 singin' 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 Chorus x3