Lyrics:
on the phone
You can call Jake Shuttlesworth
I’m on the Skytel
Coping bales from Ms. Butterworth
Hand me my mail
Meet me by the shuttle
All I want is bundles
I
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
All
jacking
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hearse past
Just another day in the life, G
Gotta
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that
say the mail moving slow bring it on a bus
I pack two fifty in a duffle when I'm reing up
Shit he want to fall in love I'm trying to send it where she
all by the weekend
I'm tryna recover from the weekend
I went way too hard on a Sunday
(Next day) the mail fucked up so they bring it on a truck
It
Universe is telling me women nothing but trouble
Warning signs blowing by
Guess I like the color red now
Got the bread now
Had me blowing every
through the mail (On what? on God)
I get money bitch we polar opposite
I got mad so I cut off the bitch
So many blues up in my stack look counterfeit
All my
Finna’ fill ma’ cup, oh fuck it no stress
I set the mood
200 on lust, I smoke on that green
But I bet the blues
She spreading that love, I’m chasing
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
the scholarships
Mail comin' to the house, nigga please, watch your mouth
I'm the one without a doubt, yeah
And I rock Kentucky blue on these hoes
Drafted, I'm
of the curve of
Her body was flawless
From pretty white teeth to
Her shiny blond hair one day
As she stood by the road leading westward
In blue jeans and t-shirt
s
Blue huninds is Cripin
I can’. Count
Ya boy try touch he man
Down
We
Leavin em bear like. A camp ground
No breessh
In his pocket
Scrcreech
the mail
I try to never be specific
But I had kush from the pacific
Don't even tell em no more them bitches knowing that I'm different
With or without
Youngen gotta mail it
Know some doughboy Felons
Don't play with me for I have too call reverend
Why In Arkansas sticked Like Chi
Play with me Burn Alive
yeah
I outdo myself, I came up
I ain't need no help, yeah
I ain't even keeping score, I got girls now
I mean whores
I outdo myself every time I outdo
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders 3 conductors and 24 sacks of mail
All along
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
All
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have
get the mail
I had no clue your love was for sale
You wanna see me down?
Well, look at me now
Look at me now
No fairy tale
You got what you wanted
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