Lyrics:
same color as butter
When I ride by, niggaz be like damn I can't believe it's butter
Believe me dog I ain't never gotta spit
Iced-out grill that says
Gotta find a way out but I been out the maze
Fuck a book I know my plays
She with the Aesthetics I told her let's make a DVD tape
Down bad I had to get
Send it by a plane
Or put it on a train
But send it to me
When love is in the pocket
There's nothing that can stop it
So send it to me
You're my
my
Point 2 fingers in the sky sky
Bout to get food get me thai thai
Rude girl stare when I drive by
We connect like the Wifi
Send a snap cause she feel
indeed
Gotta know you're ver-ily respected, by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, but no drive
You get your own 2002, she through ridin'
Keep yo' ass
I feel like marshall in ninety-five
What until i get my money right
Ain't have a single soul by my side
Now they act like they care infront my eyes,
I just can't get 2 sleep
Feels like a couple of weeks I been trying
The sound of this train is keep
Keeping everybody from hearing me crying
an alien
No you can't find me
You be there at the station
When the train arrives
When it leaves I get my hands on you
I fool myself if I turn any
Grinding my whole life, can't take no days off Can't even get no more sleep till this
shit all paid off I know these leeches out here waiting for
don't give a fuck about your birthplace
Repeat after me I'm free
Watching Shrek 2 on DVD
There's a whole wide world to see
Just drop that weight on me
Do
in love with dying and we're doing it in taxes
You could really go
No one's gonna stop you
But then you get that feeling, like a train
you'll get with this for this is where it's at
Engine Engine Number Nine
On the New York transit line
If my train jumps off the track
Pick it up pick it
song, get one free
Maybe me, a bootleg CD, colour TV or DVD
We got barrels in the sea
It's big enough to take a whole family
We drum on it
Jun cha
they OGs
A straight up pussy and claims that he knows me
You see I, putting out these DVDs
Now my shit done hit the streets, he gots to squat the pee
on the roadside and cried alone by myself
I stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself
Cryin', "That's no way for me to get along"
I's wantin' some train
home
Just my chair and my TV
My cigarettes, my stereo, and my DVD's
So lend me your ear I feel like grandstanding
Because everyone I know is growing up
get stopped
On the block by the cops
They be coming for his life
Look
12:45 on a weekday
On a east train
He been up all night
Glock 29 in his backpack
Between love and having chemistry
Seen a chick walk by
I wasn't shy to be like Listerine
Asked her what she doing around six
Request to watch the screen
If
your love to the gate
For my physical train
All aboard, get your ticket to ride
'Cause it's leaving tonight, baby
Don't be late, bring your love
on the roadside cried all by myself
I stood on the roadside cried all by myself
And that's no way for me to get along
I just want some, train to come along
by
She say we look like pimpin
I say baby you know you can't stop the boss
The definition of a boss
Let me put you up on it
B-O-S-S, Bread Over Sucker
of the time she insults your band (dududu du du dududu)
She's amazed by moving doors on the loo on trains
She likes toilets with flush sensitive chains
Her
and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this
Thinkin' back to when my life was most confusin'
Weaved together place to place by anime and cartoons then
Doors locked, no one home, hop the fence,
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