TUT II: The Unity Tape II “A Thin Line” Lyrics

I ain't, I ain't, not in the million

You make this shit real hard for me

Came to the crib, just tell me I ain't shit

What am I to do with that?

Damn

That shit hit real different, real fucking different

But you know, I'ma keep it pushing

I ain't gonna hold you, not in a million

How is you, Turning the tables, it's like a fable

Sent a shot through my heart but felt it in my navel

I done told you all I could, I was feeling grateful

You was looking graceful, yeah, tight dress, might bless, might just confess

I been running out of time lately, not in a pageant but throw a tangent

I been saving face, ignoring you give me grace, been ducking a face to face

I'm running my own race, can't keep up then shift pace

Yeah it's fact and fiction, just a true conviction, Now I'm really wishing, I'm wishing we could lay this shit to rest

Keep that shit a pushing

Forget about all this shit, go get some food and shit

Yeah,

Head out the Roscoe's and cop some chicken, We ain't doing dishes with all the shit you dishing

Thought I seen a smithson on the thin line

You ain't gotta clap back cause I felt it ten times

Hitting different big time, did I end it this time

I guess you hearing rumors, should've told you sooner

But you know, what was I to do

You came up to me, told me I ain't shit, that shit was way out of left field

The fuck you want me to do with that information

I fuck up sometimes but I try to make up for it

It's like my nigga Ye said, you was my favorite prom queen

Quit tripping, let's lay that shit to rest

Damn.