28 lyrics for "I'm down on my line"
Comin' down that railroad track And get some sand in my shoes She's the fastest train on the line Look a-yonder comin' Hey, look a-yonder comin' It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida Or maybe Californy
PlayMy night runs into morning, all the time And through my phone I'm scrolling, bang my line Off that drank it's hard to focus (focus) We can make arrangements though And if you down, down, who knows, uh I might just do you like we lovin', yeah Or make you
PlayGonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked Gonna fly, take my time, strip down to nothing Gonna fly, taken my time, strip down to nothing Walked a fine line, slipped the edge under me Rise above a suicide, taking it out of me Got a feeling, it's going
PlayI'm a boy and I'm a man I gotta get away Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm eighteen
PlayI talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on Your playlist you play when you're in the shower Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind Switching back and forth for an hour And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross
PlayDon't want you in my bloodline, yuh Ain't no need to apologize, no But you gon' have to let this shit go, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Love me, love me, baby Are you down? Can you let me know? Love me, thank you, leave me Put it down, then it's time to go
PlayThrew out a wish on a long piece of string Kept it in my hand 'til I reached the ground Felt a gentle tug and then pulled it in Climbed up, brought it down on Ascension day Felt a gentle tug and then pulled it in, pulled it in Ascension day In the shadow
PlayKeep soaring Keep song-writing My recovery In my recovery I’m a soldier at war I have broken down walls In the sound of the sea
PlayMy generation is zero I never made it as a working class hero 21st century breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I'm losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell A welfare child where
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