this comfortably normal But i call it getting by [Chorus] Baby its a fine line Im holding on your holding back Baby its a fine line Cant you hear it
fine line, yeah baby, it's a real fine line Baby, it's a fine line, hey baby, hey baby Baby, it's a fine line, can't you hear me knockin' at your door
comfortably normal But i call it getting by [Chorus] Baby its a fine line Im holding on your holding back Baby its a fine line Cant you hear it knockin
Traduzione: Little Big Town. Fine Line.
MC's Knots Landing Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid I drop noise that employs the unbelievable Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine with a nine pull line
in yo cheques So catch a nigga like C When I come around town (when I come around town) Cause I be creepin at the line All the time read between the lines
(feat. Big Tone) [Big Tones Verse:] Babygirl Lookin At Me Like She Seen Me Before- A Little Grin Up On Her Face I Guess She Dig How I Roll- She Seen
Well, shit, check it out I done found out that's there a fine line between brilliant (uh-huh) and bein plum loco (oh fo' sho', hell yeah) [DJ Quik]
I down the whole fuckin bottle like it's H2O Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust I'm the "Little Big Man" with the big ol' nuts Don't fuck
this big black caddy outside to take you wherever you want to go" "Oh,really" "You wanna see it?" "Yeah" "Oh what's that" My big.... black.... Caddy...Caddy My big
all do dirt Can't tell you 'bout 'beef', but yo, I sho' know 'funk' When niggas slide up on ya, start the Must' and dump See, I'm from a small town where
time I can't find mine You ask me how I'm doing and I still say that I'm fine Walking on that fine line, no time on my time line Who left the door open
I can't find mine You ask me how I'm doing and I still say that I'm fine Walking on that fine line, no time on my time line Who left the door open? Your
T-Dot [?] due out my niggaz! Let's GO!! [Intro: Photne] It's Little Brother (uh-huh!) Phonte, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder (heheheh..) This how we doin it (Jeah
how it feel, when you fuck wit my skill I make a mil' (?), pussy much fine in weather Fam's wipin they tongues a little Mag run for the street, or for
see how it feel, when you fuck wit my skill I make a mil' (?), pussy much fine in weather Fam's wipin they tongues a little Mag run for the street, or
Flowin' through your veins like medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town Real ballas fight for the rebound B-town to motherfuckin G-town Creep around everybody
