Draw The Line
Draw The Line
Draw The Line
( Tyler / Perry )
I read an article where Steven said the song was about handling the pressures of stardom... how difficult it was to be yourself and not what everyone else expected you to be... even when you were at your wits end... too bad... everyone was waiting for your next big hit song... so you march on no matter what it takes... and you tilt the vial... snort a few more lines of coke... until you write another hit song!
And just to clarify... in case you didn't know...
"draw the line" has two meanings in this song.
First being like when you draw a line in the sand. Last chance to stop whatever the wrong thing is you're doing or I'll beat your ass! The other means to cut a line of cocain with a razor... credit card or whatever on a mirror before snorting it.
Chaaa....
Checkmate honey beat'choo at'chor own damn game
No dice honey I'm livin' on a astral plane
Feet's on the ground and your head's goin' down the drain
Oh heads I win tails you lose to the nether mind
When to draw the line
The Indian summer Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet nap winner and rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night and wronged all the right outta me
Oh... pass me the vial and cross your fingers it don't take time
No where to draw the line
Hi ho silver we were singin' all your cowboy song
Oh... you told Carrie and promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win tails you lose lord it's such a crime
No dice honey you the salt you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey you the only one whose got ta choose
Where to draw the line
Aaaahhh... checkmate don't be late... take another pull
That's right
Impossible...
... When you got to be yourself
You're the boss of the toss
The dice... the price
Write yourself a song... and... draw the line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Draw The Line original version
Draw The Line Re-mix
Same lyrics but Steven's voice is much clearer in this mix!
Wet nap... is just a slang term that has to do with sex... when he says "she was a wet nap winner"... he's just talkin' about a loose chick who loves doin' it...
There's several things it usually means...
Having a wet dream... like us horny dudes used to have when we were teenagers...
or if the guy jack's off on his sleeping girl and she doesn't realize it...
or falling asleep with some of her guys load still in and around her mouth 'n face after a bj...
or a female tea bag
(when she squats over her sleeping guy and dabs her moistened pussy onto his lips and nose)...
As for where it fits here in the song... I'm guessing it's one of the first three or some variation...
I Wanna Know Why
I Wanna Know Why
( Tyler / Perry )
Aaaaah....
Kickin' down the road
Feelin' mighty slowed
With the likes of you
Gettin' mighty spaced
Never had a taste
Of what you're goin' through
I can't bitch
Went from rags to riches
Then to ragtime screamin' the blues
I wanna know why
Everybody good intentions
Tryin' to make a Fool Outta me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Tryin' to make a fool outta me
Swing low
Sweet cherry O
With a strange love showed me the way
Ya see more
Can't keep a score
When the whore's comin' on for the play
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool outta me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Tryin' to make a fool outta me
E. Poe
Eatin' crow
Wonder if he knowed that the raven was mad
Time passed
And words lost the last
Of the best thing he ever had
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool outta me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Tryin' to make a fool outta me
Oh... play rough
And can't get enough
So they tryin' to make a fool outta me... lordy
Ain't foolin' me
Ya ain't ghoulin' me
Ain't foolin' me
Ya ain't ghoulin' me
E. Poe... refers to the poet Edgar Allen Poe. And his most famous poem was called "The Raven"
Critical Mass
Critical Mass
( Tyler / Hamilton / J. Douglas )
A one... two... three... four
Two... two... three...
Arriving in boats black hooded coats
Tormentors climbed into my room
I crawled under my bed covered my head
But they're flushin' me out with a broom
The leader she's small pinned my ass to the wall...
...For my seeds... or she'd be losin' her past
Time after time she'd be readin' my mind
But she never got feelin' to last
Celebrate celebrate celebraid it
This post first appeared on Tommy Raw........................... No Way That Just Happened, please read the originial post: here
