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Paroles de la chanson Lines in the Sand par Joshua Idehen lyrics officiel

Lines in the Sand est une chanson en Anglais

Got it locked like a door, no handle
In my room with my socks and sandals
Cocoa butter on my knees and ankles
Im that one black guy I'm Lando

New kind of dish new kind of mash new kind of bangers
Here with usual suspects, the blacks the vanguards
never show no pain never show no fear never show no anger
Skys all clear, I'm up in air mans still in the hanger

Called god last week ring ring ring ring one click god hanged up
and I heard my name in the wind, had no choice had to stand up
And I rhyme off beat, yeah I don't rhyme neat I'm Jazz, I'm standard
Black man like me could be dead on streets with both of his hands up

only asked for my due, only reached for my own don't want no hand outs
only asked for my due, only reached for my own my share my portion
I should come with a warning sign should come with a caution
those devils my devils are back in the ring I got in and fought em

though Im Sunny sometimes Im a english git, more in tune with autumn
Got my english lip, less with the ain'ts and more with the oughtas
I know my verses know my rascals know my chaucers
no fear of shadows and shapes no fear I was made from monsters


Restless morning restless evening stress is constant
Constant mayhem constant chat bare lack of substance
Might is right and rights on the up whats wrong with my compass
We're all in the Shit who's making contact

All alone on the gaff, on my own in the gaff, nightmares on the sofa
Drowning the doubts, mixing the suicide with the soda
In my room i can feel all the walls closing in so I go to my local
And I head underground, in my hand is a loaded Oyster

lean back with the vex but if brought the vex then I press my thrusters
Cowboy at high noon, both sides of the hips is a loaded holster
We're the lanky sort but if it's fighting talk we'll talk it trust us
been here for a few biding my time, patience of vultures

And I paid my bit, thousand miles every step I walked em
I got all that I need what I need what I need that clear head focus
And I walk through the valley and the trouble all around but I can't take notice
they can't fuck with you and yours when you know yourself and you know this


Got it locked like a door no handlle
In my room with my socks and sandals
Cocoa butter on my knees and ankles
Im that one black guy im lando

Good golly olly good god dam
Finest garm can't top man
I'm blessed so can't cus man
on the final stretch, can't stop man

Good golly olly good god dam
Chillin with chill and lamb
Capitalism is a wholesale scam
No friends extended fam

Good good good grief god damn
word on the wall lines on the sand
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