Line of Scrimmage 歌词
| 歌曲 | Line of Scrimmage |
| 歌手 | Evidence |
| 专辑 | The Weatherman LP |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Daley, Maman, Perretta | |
| I show trust it still ends the same | |
| Instead of friends | |
| You got friends frontin only out for your fame | |
| They tryna cross the line [x4] [Slug] | |
| Tryna steer through this jungle made of concrete | |
| Drew the map on my hand | |
| The ink sweatted off me | |
| They tryna cross the line [x4] [VERSE 1] [Evidence] | |
| Defense, no charity event | |
| And they say, familiarity breeds content | |
| And I say, this ain't a parody just barely vent | |
| What I feel until it's so clear | |
| I'm scared of my sense | |
| New day, built for the distance | |
| Never knew which side to choose til they drew the line of scrimmage | |
| I view different sagas, never doubt my outcome | |
| They seeing double-vision for invested interests (keep it movin) | |
| Win some, you just lost one though | |
| Defend what | |
| I love, don't give a fuck the drum's slow | |
| I'm an eagle, fuck par for the course | |
| Your little birdies seek peace but ain't planned for war (nope!) | |
| L.A., still workin the angles | |
| Evy ain't a devil just a greazy angel | |
| I got love, got slug, got drugs, some thugs | |
| Still keep it moving never threw my anchor (uh!) | |
| Same son, friends ain't changed (nah) | |
| It's a cold game still sniffin | |
| Ronald Reagan cocaine | |
| Don't wait, hand and foot on me | |
| He's a machine, mechanical anti-freeze (hot!) | |
| Light up, the mind of a genius | |
| Smoke this cush, there'll be no lies between us | |
| Every step | |
| I take, dangerous | |
| Here we go, three seconds, this message 'bout to self-destruct [HOOK] [VERSE 2] [Slug] | |
| Down wind, your new found friend | |
| Drew the guilt across the grill just like a clowns grin, | |
| I'm all in | |
| Tall and thin, tears down walls when the dolphin gets caught | |
| In whatever pocket she falls in | |
| Shame none, the blame game's done | |
| No more sweatin through the heat wave waiting to make the rain come | |
| Gain some, ingrained from the same tongue | |
| Can tell by how | |
| I bang some everybody wang chung | |
| Free-throw, feeble it seems so | |
| Break the egg and let the greed grow, beggin me to re-load | |
| Heave-ho, behold the super freak show | |
| Navigate through people with that life fast bleed slow | |
| Down play, about face, the clay rotates around whatever it takes to make you count them praise nowadays | |
| Show the ace, with no poker face | |
| On the belly, open legs and hold the aim between his shoulder blades | |
| Square-biz, so terror thick | |
| The air is thick with embarrassment, go share it with your therapist | |
| There it is, careless to pair with the no-name | |
| Tag-wearing, faux-famous derelict | |
| Now sit, and wrap yourself around it | |
| When your done wear it like an outfit in front of the township | |
| Sound check, allowed inside of the mix | |
| To show em all why | |
| I'm this make the music with your mouth biz [HOOK] [OUTRO] | |
| Yeah that's it right there 310, 612 | |
| Ev, Slug Alc | |
| Putting these little thumbtacks up all over the map | |
| Connecting these dots | |
| We watching out for these double-cross cats tryna cross the line | |
| You know Give and inch they take feet | |
| Give 'em feet they take the street (haha) |
| zuo qu : Daley, Maman, Perretta | |
| I show trust it still ends the same | |
| Instead of friends | |
| You got friends frontin only out for your fame | |
| They tryna cross the line x4 Slug | |
| Tryna steer through this jungle made of concrete | |
| Drew the map on my hand | |
| The ink sweatted off me | |
| They tryna cross the line x4 VERSE 1 Evidence | |
| Defense, no charity event | |
| And they say, familiarity breeds content | |
| And I say, this ain' t a parody just barely vent | |
| What I feel until it' s so clear | |
| I' m scared of my sense | |
| New day, built for the distance | |
| Never knew which side to choose til they drew the line of scrimmage | |
| I view different sagas, never doubt my outcome | |
| They seeing doublevision for invested interests keep it movin | |
| Win some, you just lost one though | |
| Defend what | |
| I love, don' t give a fuck the drum' s slow | |
| I' m an eagle, fuck par for the course | |
| Your little birdies seek peace but ain' t planned for war nope! | |
| L. A., still workin the angles | |
| Evy ain' t a devil just a greazy angel | |
| I got love, got slug, got drugs, some thugs | |
| Still keep it moving never threw my anchor uh! | |
| Same son, friends ain' t changed nah | |
| It' s a cold game still sniffin | |
| Ronald Reagan cocaine | |
| Don' t wait, hand and foot on me | |
| He' s a machine, mechanical antifreeze hot! | |
| Light up, the mind of a genius | |
| Smoke this cush, there' ll be no lies between us | |
| Every step | |
| I take, dangerous | |
| Here we go, three seconds, this message ' bout to selfdestruct HOOK VERSE 2 Slug | |
| Down wind, your new found friend | |
| Drew the guilt across the grill just like a clowns grin, | |
| I' m all in | |
| Tall and thin, tears down walls when the dolphin gets caught | |
| In whatever pocket she falls in | |
| Shame none, the blame game' s done | |
| No more sweatin through the heat wave waiting to make the rain come | |
| Gain some, ingrained from the same tongue | |
| Can tell by how | |
| I bang some everybody wang chung | |
| Freethrow, feeble it seems so | |
| Break the egg and let the greed grow, beggin me to reload | |
| Heaveho, behold the super freak show | |
| Navigate through people with that life fast bleed slow | |
| Down play, about face, the clay rotates around whatever it takes to make you count them praise nowadays | |
| Show the ace, with no poker face | |
| On the belly, open legs and hold the aim between his shoulder blades | |
| Squarebiz, so terror thick | |
| The air is thick with embarrassment, go share it with your therapist | |
| There it is, careless to pair with the noname | |
| Tagwearing, fauxfamous derelict | |
| Now sit, and wrap yourself around it | |
| When your done wear it like an outfit in front of the township | |
| Sound check, allowed inside of the mix | |
| To show em all why | |
| I' m this make the music with your mouth biz HOOK OUTRO | |
| Yeah that' s it right there 310, 612 | |
| Ev, Slug Alc | |
| Putting these little thumbtacks up all over the map | |
| Connecting these dots | |
| We watching out for these doublecross cats tryna cross the line | |
| You know Give and inch they take feet | |
| Give ' em feet they take the street haha |
| zuò qǔ : Daley, Maman, Perretta | |
| I show trust it still ends the same | |
| Instead of friends | |
| You got friends frontin only out for your fame | |
| They tryna cross the line x4 Slug | |
| Tryna steer through this jungle made of concrete | |
| Drew the map on my hand | |
| The ink sweatted off me | |
| They tryna cross the line x4 VERSE 1 Evidence | |
| Defense, no charity event | |
| And they say, familiarity breeds content | |
| And I say, this ain' t a parody just barely vent | |
| What I feel until it' s so clear | |
| I' m scared of my sense | |
| New day, built for the distance | |
| Never knew which side to choose til they drew the line of scrimmage | |
| I view different sagas, never doubt my outcome | |
| They seeing doublevision for invested interests keep it movin | |
| Win some, you just lost one though | |
| Defend what | |
| I love, don' t give a fuck the drum' s slow | |
| I' m an eagle, fuck par for the course | |
| Your little birdies seek peace but ain' t planned for war nope! | |
| L. A., still workin the angles | |
| Evy ain' t a devil just a greazy angel | |
| I got love, got slug, got drugs, some thugs | |
| Still keep it moving never threw my anchor uh! | |
| Same son, friends ain' t changed nah | |
| It' s a cold game still sniffin | |
| Ronald Reagan cocaine | |
| Don' t wait, hand and foot on me | |
| He' s a machine, mechanical antifreeze hot! | |
| Light up, the mind of a genius | |
| Smoke this cush, there' ll be no lies between us | |
| Every step | |
| I take, dangerous | |
| Here we go, three seconds, this message ' bout to selfdestruct HOOK VERSE 2 Slug | |
| Down wind, your new found friend | |
| Drew the guilt across the grill just like a clowns grin, | |
| I' m all in | |
| Tall and thin, tears down walls when the dolphin gets caught | |
| In whatever pocket she falls in | |
| Shame none, the blame game' s done | |
| No more sweatin through the heat wave waiting to make the rain come | |
| Gain some, ingrained from the same tongue | |
| Can tell by how | |
| I bang some everybody wang chung | |
| Freethrow, feeble it seems so | |
| Break the egg and let the greed grow, beggin me to reload | |
| Heaveho, behold the super freak show | |
| Navigate through people with that life fast bleed slow | |
| Down play, about face, the clay rotates around whatever it takes to make you count them praise nowadays | |
| Show the ace, with no poker face | |
| On the belly, open legs and hold the aim between his shoulder blades | |
| Squarebiz, so terror thick | |
| The air is thick with embarrassment, go share it with your therapist | |
| There it is, careless to pair with the noname | |
| Tagwearing, fauxfamous derelict | |
| Now sit, and wrap yourself around it | |
| When your done wear it like an outfit in front of the township | |
| Sound check, allowed inside of the mix | |
| To show em all why | |
| I' m this make the music with your mouth biz HOOK OUTRO | |
| Yeah that' s it right there 310, 612 | |
| Ev, Slug Alc | |
| Putting these little thumbtacks up all over the map | |
| Connecting these dots | |
| We watching out for these doublecross cats tryna cross the line | |
| You know Give and inch they take feet | |
| Give ' em feet they take the street haha |
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