Or are we dancer? Are we human? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender

See the line where the sky meets the sea it calls me And no one knows, how far it goes If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me I've been standing at the edge of the water 'Long as I can remember, never really knowing why I wish I could be the

Play with me, you gon' get chastised Free the bros down the road doin' real time All the homies, they call it the red line He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's time" Al Geno on the track Niggas having undercover pressure 'bout bitches Let a nigga know

Tell me when it kicks in All the voices in my mind Calling out across the line And I saw scars upon her I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream So tell me when it kicks in Broken hearted Broken heart How'd I get so faded

I don't wanna lose myself, I don't wanna lose myself I don't wanna lose myself loving you, loving you I'm running low so don't play with my time I'm searching but it's nothing left to find Send out a call but no one's on the line So if you want it please

It's calling me back to my home HomeIt's what I long for I can't keep away from her touch The Sleeper: Shine- lake of fire Lines take me higher My mind drips desire Confined and overtired Living this charade

I'm an Indian outlaw Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind All my friends call me Bear Claw Village cheatin' is my paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-may She makes him walk the line You can find me in my wigwam

Show me, don't pretend I feel like there's nothing for me here but still I try Keeping my phone alive Hoping that you call this time Thought I heard you ringing You know I hear things sometimes Calling my line, call my line Come alive, come alive I feel

Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small, boys But you have a ball, boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?

Phonography, phonography, Let's talk about biology, Talk that sexy talk to me, Better make sure that the line is clean, Keep it confidential, you and me. Dirty talking, call it phonography (hey) And I make no apologies, (uh uh) I'm into phonography, (uh