Lyrics:
the bookcases
They threw the picture rails
Gone is the old oak staircase
Replaced by steel and ash
I’m not in exile
I’m not in denial
But the home
I grew up in
at that picture
Steel rails hummin' in my ear
I see you sittin' by the fire
Day and night they disappear
I keep lookin' at that picture
So many things I'd
nothing short of heaven's waiting there for me
Picture the morning sun a white rail fence and watch the meadow glisten
There's a newborn baby calf down
A lot of work ahead of us.
The rails are covered with blood and guts,
Bone dust on the rims of the wheels.
Cadaverous train rushes far far away,
New
go away on a work trip
I go way off of the rails
Picture you doing the worst shit
Somebody under your nails
I’m trying be good
me?
Ah
Picture a teenager off the rails
Numerous court dates regular mug shots
Police reviewing his portrait's
It won't be long before he becomes
Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail
Tossing away your last cigarette
Picture your finger pushing the doorbell
Picture the skull
Wheels feel like they coming off the rails
Wheels feel like, wheels feel like they coming off the rails
Rails, rails
Tryna keep this shit on track
And wash yourself
Take up light
And wash yourself
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
a blue dot
On a phone map
And they were riding on the rail where we walk upon the trail
They try to picture who we'll be, and it's them we try to see
Over
aint nothin that we cant solve
Postin with the big ballers
Big rails with the big bodies
Cant fuck with him cuz he a clique hopper?
N***a you a flip
the rails
If you want to
Old places are fond
Like a church pew on a Saturday
And a prayer when no one is listening
Old friends mean so much
Like pictures
they'll turn again and pitch us to the rail
And whirl off one more youngster in the gale.
The kid was so damned eager. It was all so big and new.
You
it already happen
I was on another tip of the tail, ever bored, licking the rail, missing it all waiting for it to be right
Did it already happen? Tell
in front of us
All the pictures follow
To the higher ground
Rise, off the rails
It doesn't seem to be so far
To reach the sky
Fly high
Find another
alone
Poor Jenny
Well Jenny had her picture in the paper this mornin'
She made it with a bang
Accordin' to the story in the paper this mornin'
alone
Poor Jenny
Well Jenny had her picture in the paper this mornin'
She made it with a bang
Accordin' to the story in the paper this mornin'
Umm
So how are your friends doing
Heelflips onto rusty rails
5th J hit, this green is goin fuckin stale
Bustin out tricks but we don't ride switch
down brothers on the instant replay
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young
Being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will
down brothers on the instant replay
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young
Being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will
alone, poor Jenny
Well Jenny had her picture in the paper this mornin'
She made it with a bang
Accordin' to the story in the paper this mornin'
Jenny
they'll turn again and pitch us to the rail
And whirl off one more youngster in the gale.
The kid was so damned eager. It was all so big and new.
You
my teeth
Don't put shit on my neck
We don't do shopping sprees
Bought a kilo of weed
And a garden with shrooms
Picture high on the sun
And I'm drunk
alone
Poor Jenny
Well Jenny had her picture in the paper this mornin'
She made it with a bang
Accordin' to the story in the paper this mornin'
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