One sniff, two sniffs, three sniffs more
Starts as a dream and becomes a war
F,Funny for the first time, then a demand
You can tear through a ton. Toke a grand
Stand at the window… knife if in my hand
So fuckin' long ago in another f,fucking land
Via the signs of the white line highway
Fuck, I thought I woz doin' it my way………..
I had a studio, and I had the DJ
I had all the snow but the fucker blown away
Thought I'd be playing it my way I say
I was fuckin' around playing the white line highway
I'd say I'd am first to admit;
That particular path makes me look a shit
That's fine, if you need a line
And if I'm offered one fuck it, you can fuckin' have mine.
No blame, be blessed, it has to be confessed
My life, my soul, my career got messed.
On the white line highway, yeah I did it my way
Ergo, screwed up and I say,
Can't feel a baseball bat unto the head!
When all your senses are frozen and your easily led,
Via The signs of the white line highway
Fuck, I thought I woz doin' it my way.
Via the white line highway
Thought I was doing my way
White line highway
Via the white line highway
Thought I was doing my way
Cliché.
Chopping 'em out. Erasing all doubt,
Shout louder louder, louder, no doubt
I chop 'em out, to erasing all doubt
'Cos worlds your oyster as long as you can shout
Louder louder, louder , longer still
With the gaps in the raps with more of your self will
Imposed by the nose, as the ego grows
That's nurtured by these narcotical flows, so it goes.
Bin there, done that, T-shirt burnt
Dropped the pipe on my chest. I learnt
To twitch like a bitch in morning sun
Watching, wasted though the sun still come
Over the horizon, and the meetings at 10.
Bin up all fuckin nite no sleep in sight until then.
Turn up fucked up and wonder why,
The booze last night didn't make me high?
Via the white line highway
Thought I was doing my way
On the White line highway
Via the white line highway
Thought I was doing my way
Cliché.
Playing the Chronic scene. (Know what I mean?)
Pure skunk and coke smoked to the extremes
No dreams. Sleep aint forthcoming
Kept awake by the silent drumming
The sound is soundless, but you still feel the bass
Like a gun held close to the face.
With a little bit of tissue for a little drop o'blood
The last batch was a little bit dud
No more Ice Berg Slim. Not clever just grim
Sounds good on a rap, but remember your not him
Just an enemy. A paranoid celebrity
A Star, in your own fucking lack of integrity.
Watch your chap with packet in hand
A girlfriend every second as they snort pure sand.
And demand a little more, when the score is done
Ha ha. Count the girls? Fuck off, there aint none!
Slog to the bog every fifteen minutes
As ya pushing ya nostrils to the utmost limits
A' forget a few minutes, and howl for more
Welcome to the world of the Coco whore…..
White line highway
Thought I was doing my way
On the White line highway
Thought I was doing my way
On the White line highway
Where's the fucking next exit you cunt…I need to get out this fucka…mate…mate ,mate…..
Shit man this fucking shits bin fuckin' cut with loads of fuckin shit, it's laxatives you cunt.
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