Lyrics:
I could get feeling down, I could cruise downtown
Find a good place to cry, drink a bottle dry
I could sing, closing time, I could ease my mind
I'm slipping away
Stage freight got me feeling brave right
But the irony the butterflies make me slay mic
So take me somewhere beautiful
Let me live my
Drys On The Beat Woah!
Yo Chef!
Van itt sok C
Van itt sok lárma
Nekem a B
Helyett az A van
De még a D-m
Lehet a szádba
Nem tudjuk mit hoz az este
(Yodel)
Well, I rode me some freight trains, I've rode me some aeroplanes
I've rode some freight trains, I've rode some aeroplanes
I don't care how I
And it hit me like a train
Hit me like a freight train
When the truth came down on me
It hit me like a long, slow train
It is written, I know it's written
crew on a mission
G- Class when people ask what I do for a living I say listen
(Hook)
I gotta push rhymes like weight, I move mine like freight
straight
It is inconsequential at this late date
Damn the years I wasted getting high
Made my clean years shrivel up bone dry
I'd tear a hole in space
Sun is going down like a freight train in my head
Sun is going down like a freight train in my head
& You better
And I lost my heart waiting for a freight train to come my way
I lost my heart waiting for a freight train just headed the other way
And sitting on this
clique
Zet een beat op, maak magic
DRY SIFT, DRY SIFT
Zeg me niet dat ik moet minderen de tijd tikt
De dopeste sound is van BERRY of van zijn clique
Zet
do you want me here?
Dry, dry those rolling tears
Down your face
And off your cheeks
Straight to the floor
Coming around
Just like a freight train
My
I can get feeling down
I can cruise downtown and find a good place to cry
And drink a bottle dry
I could see closin' time
I could ease my mind in
to find a peace that I can not obtain
I wanna take my own life just to stop the pain
My hope runs dry
I've numbered my days
Could somebody please
Take this
Hear my voice where you are
Take a train, steal a car
Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me
Catch a plane, catch a breeze
On your hands,
Hear my voice where you are
Take a train, steal a car
Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me
Catch a plane, catch a breeze
On your hands,
And everyone's mouth is dry
And nobody wants to die
In Van Nuys
Van Nuys
Everybody gets high
Everybody gets low
Everybody gets bruised
Everybody gets sold
The first one's the hardest when you don't know who you're sleeping with
When your dreams cry for attention in the freight of abyss
I want to cry
Yellow freight company;
Employees and pensions were canceled
Dynasty 1924-2023
Because the CEO/ union
Passing the pp loans
Like they were giving
environment's a product of me
Don't need no nightlight but I still got stage freight
Can't perform for free
To be precise, it's Lyd not mid
People crave my flow,
I could get feeling down
I could cruise downtown
And find a good place to cry
And drink a bottle dry
I could see closing time
I could ease my mind
In
Hear my voice where you are
Take a train, steal a car
Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me
Catch a plane, catch a breeze
On your hands,
I'm ridin' twenty tons of steel
But it's sure hard to hold the wheel
While I'm still waiting for my nails to dry
Oh, I always gotta check my
the pink sun drops the eyelids fold
While I'm in deep REM sleep or twilight zones
I take a freight elevator and press fast forward
I get to grind these
Hear my voice where you are
Take a train, steal a car
Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me
Catch a plane, catch a breeze
On your hands,
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