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away the key when they slam the door
City to city, town to town, seven days of running
Will they track me down? Will they track me down?
On the ground,
down
Bell Boy, carry this baggage out
Bell Boy, always running at someone's pleading heel
You know how I feel
Always running at someone's heel
down
Bell Boy, carry this baggage out
Bell Boy, always running at someone's pleading heel
You know how I feel
Always running at someone's heel
the whippering dong

Now shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south

Not any track is turning but
Yesterday by the paper stand
I felt the power of another religion
Rebels with a cause came out of the sun
And spoke the only language they'd been
the motor running and parked by the door

Yeah, I was foolish and wild
She was classic and regal
We were fresh out of school
Both barely legal
We were
on a bad day, 
Her husband had just left her, 
She sat down on the chair he left behind, she said, 
"What is love, where did it get me? 
Whoever thought
the lobby
See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truck
Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God
Three in the front, got three in the back
Side by side headin' down to the track
Kentucky green from a hand to hand
What do you mean you don't
Midnight
Lock all the doors
And turn out the lights
Feels like the end of the world
This Sunday night

There's not a sound
Outside the snow's
on time
But baby I'm switchin' to another line
So honey, never hang your single out for me
I'm tired of running on the same old track
Bought a one way
A revolving door slamming this time so slowly you're running out 
You're running fast now 
We were just kids back then two years of my life traded for
her home

CHORUS

Playmate, come out and play with me
(It's raining, it's poring, the old man is snoring)
And bring your dollies three
(Bumped
the whippering dong

Now shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south

Not any track is turning but
Sixteen of June, nine-oh-five, door bell rings
Man at the door says if I want to stay alive a bit longer
There's three things I need you to know
the nine 
First I took two clips and then I took two more 
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door 
I took three shots and then I
in despair, grasping for each day
I'm running out of reasons
For running into you
Negative emotions pull me through
I'm struggling to pay off all my
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics 
It goes one for the ghetto, two
Chorus Coming down new sound
Should be thankful
Dirty riffs Dirty beats Dirty samples
Sell out show take the money
Then we cancel
There's always a promise
In the dark of the night just before it's too late
Running out of time
But you know that the game's not over

They're telling
still heading down those tracks 
Any day now for sure 
Another day as drab as today 
Is more than a man can endure 

Dreams flow across the heartland
track is turning, but the race is in my head.
I'm attacking the illusion, but the stopping drives me mad.

Time is running out, and the illusion fades
Tear down the Fillmore,
Gas the Avalon

Riding down the river in an old canoe
A bunch of bugs and an old tennis shoe
Out of the river all ugly
Summertime son of Sam
Triple C gon gun you down
Twenty birds on this surb
Posted up on the curb
Got a lot of pistol game
So we at ya A-Day
If you owe me
youngbloodz that's us for sure
From left to right we rocking and kicking down every door
Watch out now get 'em shawty, oh that's them you-way boys
We set it