Lyrics:
Call up the banners from the days gone by
Sweet moderation, the heart of this nation
Desert us not, we are between the wars
Go find the young men,
of breath
Touch the future with my arms outstretched
On a spiritual quest, I'm not like the rest
Paved a lane on a different train
Crossed the tracks just
It's the Mafia
Platinum status ent
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Platinum status ent
{K train verse}
Every time I give in
Every time I try so hard
cranes, all of them folds
Faults of the lord, melted faces plucked by raven
I am half human and half satan
I'm American but my blood's Asian
My core is
of Soul Train
Sheeit, lame as the old host of Soul Train
I do gangsta music, FUCK Soul Train!
All blacks got is BET
Pardon me, that shit's owned by MTV
hands at one time and I know it
But when I saw my momma crying, it was time I know it
Sitting by the bridge tapping on metal
I didn't sleep last night,
on the wall in this lonely shrine
Train passes by but this moment can't be denied
Brooding energy ready to explode at any time
Brightens up my day riding
there was never a better time
For every pleasure exacts its pain
How you hurt me how you were good to me
Beneath my window a mournful train that
with fake ID (what?)
Cuddle with the homies watching "Stand by Me" (cute)
This dick ain't free, baby, pay my fee (bread)
Let me live my life, baby,
to bear
I drew my heart in the sand but haisi pressure
Tongoda prezha i pray for blessings expensvive taste
She wants the Lu and the La and thats by two
the Ganja.
One day I had to catch a train from Birmingham to London
half way on my journey was approached by this white roughian.
With greasy hair and scruffy
doubt
Meanwhile I'm swimming in cash
I was never cool with y'all, don't try to link up now
Because my train left the station, but it's a Brink's truck
In the G by myself
Questionin’ myself
What is my life
What am I doin’
Am I livin’ right
Are my dreams worth pursuin’
Gotta reach them heights
Book
And jump in my DMs
Sending me beats like
Me and them could be friends (No friends)
Then they say by the way
You gotta fucking pay
Bro my track ain't even
Bro
right in my plans
Left you on read by accident
You called our relationship one of your accidents
Oh, you never know how hard I try
No, you never know how
the one, nigga
I'm a 108 bus catching
Blue line train riding, westsider with the young extras
These old rules came with no questions
Wrong to live by
the talk walk the walk s’yeke ngey’ indaba
We communicate like birds
Young Zulu boy from Durbs Kzn
South coast hover over trying to chase me in my grey BM
dead end job loving society
slow reality down, now
bring it back through my first eye
woah, the irony, my vocal capability
Stretches the moons
long as you by my side
Keep that .40 on me in case them snake ass suckas try to slide
Ain't no doubt in my mind that lil baby gone ride
I be feeling like
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
made by the CL Smooth
Live 495 I arrive in person
Hard dialogue without a whole bunch of cursing
It's my perrogitive, so back up and live, fool
Dinner with jay-z is the topic
Sitting down with Hov and then i lock it
Got my invite roc nation brunch
That means i'm about to go meet jigga man for
a resurrection at box
Religious, intervenous, take my name in vain
Clinically insane, hold secrets
Mentally slain for their repentance by the government
Hold
and intimidation
It takes a nation of millions to hold me back, i'm a public enemy
Carry out private contracts
Do you know who you facing
Do you know all the facts
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