Name: Bend The Lines by DiZzy - Dan & Zara Davis
Duration: 2 min 58 s
Description: This is a song I wrote about a Lady that Zara took pictures of when she had her studio. She wanted Zara to photoshop the photos so much that they no longer resembled her. Zara told her if she did to much it would not look like her anymore. She said that was good because she hated the way she looked ..sad. I wrote this while Zara worked on the pictures.

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I dig ya girl, so you call me an A hole
Dangerous life, but I'mma keep the money safe tho
Nah I ain't faceplant, but ya boy ate flows
Way blowed, chiefin on that grass like Dwayne Bowe
Cut the competition to the quick but they stay slow
White, but I rap more colored than the rainbow
Winnin craps games, so you know i got that payroll
Weigh dro in a zip, then i sip straight, slow
Riding in the Rover, so you know I got deranged (the range) foes
Aim low hit the same soul in his ankle
Bang 4 bullets, pull it make him do the tango
He cuffin up his chick like the cops saying "case closed"
DM's imma slither in like Draco
No exfoliation but she finna get the facial
Like baseball in outer space tho, yo I stay throwed
Blaze those, lighting up quicker than some day-glow
I'm standofish, then I'm blowing up like Waco
Say those lines off the top like a halo
I'm bueno, always twistin up like tornados
I could turn your bread roll ass to a bagel
You're holey. I hate hoes, fake bros and plainclothes
What they know, I'm tryna get ahead like fellatio
Wait tho, pesos I make those in 8 rows
I have yo bitch coming at 9 like delay snow
Im able to treat every day like it's april
20th, the blunt is lit, tell yo girl "Safe home"
And my wrist in the ice age like Diego
Try to hit me, you gon swing and miss yeah I'm Pedro
I dodge like durango, girl foxy as Django
My payload's raised to 8/4 of the NATO's
Name not Kobe but you catching all the fade tho
Your girl die without me like the irish and potatoes
No way Jose I got the juice like Canseco
Question me, homie you get conVince stapled
My free throws, I'm hype as fuck asking to make those
My credo is lightin blunts in active volcanos
Stable, never be sippin on that maple
I got ten water bottles with ripped off labels
It’s fatal, i say no, wait, bring it by the caseload
Your gramma bumpin my raps she threw away the plato
It’s that same old same old, buy way more “Pay More”
Dealing with the queso, give a cop a caseload
I’m driving to my safe zone in a winnebago
Couldn’t even catch my fuckin shadow throwing shade bro
Always in the school gym like a ballot box is
Homie, your crew and them just some salad tossers
Rap at 10% i ain't get a challenge off it
I would still destroy you haters even if I had a conscience
Hear the rap and you start making bad assumptions
With the queen of england, best believe we had the palace rockin
You Tryna lay up w my girl, so I had to block it
Run your mouth but can never keep my phallus off it
Ridin in the Kawasaki, Jays out the window, 
Endo and vodka sloppy
Plus the shots of saki got me lost in Boston prolly
Offering to off an officer if he get off the harley
Make an awful offer to him, often get the coffins you in
Not for play like offices, a star like I’m in Austin
Using profits, boozin nauseous, tools and rockets
Through your concience,
 to be honest my beats beyond Dre like Dawson
All from my notepad spittin
Got a throwback fitted, and the cognac drippin
Sippin, women they been flashin for a Kodak minute
I’mma have to get the ratchet if my phone tapped really
Get my soul back thinking with my gonads, foes mad
So sad, go back and post raps on your swag
Carnivore lookin for something to eat
I’m the unsung young gun, numb to police
I done puns, one ton of guns with the heat
Even my Singles are home runs in the street
Raps stun nuns, run from some of my beats 
Use twenties, shun ones, funds at my feet
I wish Future had a hand in my verse
Made him pancakes but he drank all the syrup
let your man hate when I bank off the words
If I climb to the top I might land in a hearse
Ain’t that a bitch, my crew savages
Shoot your house up on sunday when the sabbath is
I’m a master flicking ashes at a bastard
Macking madly, but you sadly getting smashed after I pass the spliff
Ask the New York Times “what type of rag is this” 
their average mentions for my rap inventions is half a shit

Got that muddy I ain’t passin it


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This is a song I wrote about a Lady that Zara took pictures of when she had her studio. She wanted Zara to photoshop the photos so much that they no longer resembled her. Zara told her if she did to much it would not look like her anymore. She said that was good because she hated the way she looked ..sad. I wrote this while Zara worked on the pictures.

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