Lyrics:
aboard America here comes the freedom train
There's much more to this story like Wilson and Roosevelt
They left the train to Truman who stoked it
and Roosevelt
They left the train to Truman who stoked it mighty well
Then old Dwight D Eisenhower or LBJ we sing
Two brothers known as Kennedy and Martin
follows
I can't fix it
Pieces don't fit into one
Destroyed by a penance to sorrow
Staring back at me
I won't ever be free
Go, go, go
Never be free
get a clear picture
Can you see it?
Picture me rollin' (picture me rollin')
Yeah, nigga
Ayy, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you
Guess who's
legit
Free like O.J. All day
You can't stop me
You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker
Manute, Pain, Syke, Cochran, Mopreme
It's sad dog
Distance, timing
Breakdown, fighting
Silence, the train runs off its tracks
Kiss me, try to fix it
Could you just try to listen?
Hang up, give up
For
question mark"
Written on the back of my hand!
I'd be fine if you'd just walked by,
But you had to talk about why
You were wrong and I was right.
But
Distance, timing
Breakdown, fighting
Silence, the train runs off its tracks
Kiss me, try to fix it
Could you just try to listen?
Hang up, give up
For
biography
The lyrical virtual also makes his return
All adversaries should be concerned
Ll Cool J is back again
Allow me to introduce you to my friend
Hungry bellies!
Bright gold on they teeth!
The windows on the ave look like sad eyes
They fix their sharp gaze on you when you pass by
And if you
a hard day
Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way
Rub my feet, gimme something to eat
Fix me up my favorite treat
Honey, I'm back, my head's killing me
on the promenade
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Well, now everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
this
And we can't see this through
We can't fix this
Love
It won't grow back
She said it's time for a quick cigarette by the bike shed
She asked me if
aboard America here comes the freedom train
There's much more to this story like Wilson and Roosevelt
They left the train to Truman who stoked it
on the back of my hand!
I'd be fine if you'd just walked by,
But you had to talk about why
You were wrong and I was right.
But I can't believe you made me,
Sit
and my closest road dog
You know how we mash these motherfuckers
They can feel it!
To the realest motherfuckers: you know me
Big Syke
Me and my closest
oh-oh-oh
Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting
Silence, the train runs off its tracks
Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen?
Hang up,
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
But you know what?
I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound
Catch you a body, track life
It's 'bout money, we with it
We can't get it, we steal it
Rob that nigga, cut him down
This for Dunk and D-Picture
my door?
I know I've seen the look before
Sometimes in faces on the street
Sometimes in the mirror looking back at me
You can't fix this pain with
hand
I'd be fine if you just walked by
But you had to talk about why you were wrong
And I was right
But I can't believe you made me
Sit at home cry like
can't even imagine it
Nowhere to go but the back door
Hard boot kick to metal void
Cold beer stench
Speed plowed waitress
Some art rock types working our
(hey), hey (hey), hey, hey
Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day
Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way
Hey, rub my feet, gimme something to eat
Fix me
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
But you know what?
I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound
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