Lyrics:
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies
They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies
They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But
The two train at 86th street
A new transfer is available to B1 or B4 bus
For service to avenue X on the F Line
Screaming busted knees bleeding no
There is a war between the rich and poor
A war between the man and the woman
There is a war between the ones who say there is a war
And the ones
I was walking down the high street
When I heard footsteps behind me
And there was a little old man (hello)
In scarlet and grey, shuffling away
There is a war between the rich and poor
A war between the man and the woman
There is a war between the ones who say there is a war
And the ones
Silly on the beat
I've got something to tell you
Something's changed, something's changed
My artist page is moving on
You're not gonna find me here
Rhames
Ever since I started, I've been all about big things
Crip it, curve it, flip it and serve it
I'm at your service, so don't get nervous
These
the ants
They are so tiny and they always wear black
The ants
Oh the ants
They are so tiny, and they will be back
The biggest is the queen
But she doesn't
Me, I'm the Lonesome Kicker
Extra points, field goals at your service
One might think it comes with glory
You might think different after you
Stand in your lobby unsuspected, you get neglected
Traffic was hectic
Order room service, transfer quick to Holiday Inn
Check out time nine
INITIALIZING
WELCOME [CHTHON]
HOW MAY I BE OF SERVICE?
COMMAND ACCEPTED
COMMENCING UPLOAD TO CLOUD DATABASE
NUMBER 2662
It is said that once
from a service stop,
To another service stop,
We're stuck in a rut,
Coz the M1's fucked.
cnd it's from a service stop,
To another service stop,
We're
Stop listening to me
I'm not the same person that I used to be
I've changed my name, put it in your search bar, follow it today
Stop listening to me
apartment
You've got here
Sy Borg:
All government sponsored recreational services are clean and efficient
Joe:
This is exciting
I never plooked
apart, my transfer's lost
I'd call you on the telephone any other day
But the service is off man, I can't pay
I can't work (work)
I can't work (work)
I
the angels circle my head
Come let them sit on my shoulder
For I am not here just for my service
I have been put here to
Raise the veil
Between you
face the road
Just a couple young teens with no place to go
I took the transit but soon
I got enough after
I hated paying 3 dollars for a bus transfer
So
"Look, I'll call you in the morning
Or my service will explain"
And another hundred people just got off of the train
I didn't come right to New York
Not far from where I live
They glance in morning breeze
As dividing tiny rays
A morning tries to seize
Greet me my proud little soldiers
your Defender
'Cos you're out of my league, but for a tiny transfer fee
If you want I will be your Defender
If you want I will be your Defender
Your
shoes, no shirt, no service
So, you might as well take a little walk and be on your way
Well I went looking for a place where I could get a drink
Just
a fear of missing out
Tiny overpriced
Fish with sticky rice
Endless corridors
Carry me towards
An empty living space
A million miles away
From your
Nonbelievers no game
I'm zooted down, rolling a spliff, maxing
Flaming like wheels got traction
I'm sun he's attractive
Guaranteed to service the real niggas
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