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Late Winter Song

Steve Forbert

Evergreen Boy

2000

Ev'rybody's tryna make the oil burn slow
Sure to let the pipes drip some
Turnin' down the kettle till the coil don't glow
Sweepin' up a mealtime crumb

I'll

E je n jaye mi o
Temi ye mi o

Train o le ya weyrey ko l'ohun o lo rail e
Eni ti Olorun ti ti si ahamo ta lo le bail e
Nagode give am pass mark ta lo

Let your children crying in the middle of the night
What do you fell when you lose your deal
So take the last train to your past
living and running

on the train
Like we got lines between us, don't come in my lane
Splish splash , all I spit is real facts
If I see my brother right open then I'mma dish that
If

You can change your clothing, you can change your hair,
And in case of accidents you can change your underwear.
You can change your oil, you can

the strip club but still bring the poles out 
Dont fuck with these bitches they here for the gang
Freak hoe love Choo Choo she dont mind a train
Smith on my

the way I walk
I been tryna count on your great support, I did not see it I managed to stay on course
With my train of thought till I gained a start then

so much courageousness and power of will
Not to mention pressures of paying the bills
Along side trying to gain positive impressions
Train to learn new

And spun the wand
Wicks of candles in the cave
Drilled to spill the oil
Mistaken fools get spoiled
Left with life left so unsure
Pressure on the wound

mine our little section in vain unbeknownst to most 
Were not even the main veign
And underground trains can take you to planes with different names

zero's decomposed
But more and more species become more and more exposed
To the dangers created by this filth made from oil
And there's never enough so

never scary, wi get train by di navy
Chef dem never lazy, yuh get it daily 
All if it nuh granulated, wi still ah bake it  

Quarantine we mek di place

of the Mecca
Pete stay royal like soil on a scepter
King spit slick spit oil at heckler
Cards stay Flush like points on a nectar 
Your Brock trains Arboks mine's

your aunt 
'Sential oils, yeah, my mom's the plug 
Straight outta the hood, you can call me a thug
Take some notes 'cause this is fire you hear
This

Secretaries, assistance 
I set the vibe with body oils spark the inscent 
I got the strength of 10 men chillin with my wife like Krillin 
Damn right we jumped

I try to pick up a hobby
Like my oil painting mother wants me to
It comes out looking like a total train wreck
So I tear it up and try to start

You’d better run and be in regret

somebody wants to hold the line
the ghost train haunts and flashes by
unable to say we are tired
somebody wants to keep

I LIKE TO READ A SUNDAY PAPER|SPEND TIME WITH MY CREATOR|LEND A HAND TO HELP A NEIGHBOR|AND CHANGE MY OWN OIL|I DON'T BELIEVE IN BEIN' IN DEBT|AND

Looking back, I struck oil
Other bitches on the side destroyed her
Phone always buzzing annoyed her
Threw the girl away, I enjoyed her
Can't look you in

and old, its getting hard to catch my breath.
Its back to ash, ""now, you've had your flash boy""
The rocks, in time, compress
Your blood to oil,
Your flesh

to your caucus
Like the Rucker, balling, like I'm Zuckerberg, oh Cole you lost us
This is just my stream of conscience, the train of thought is Acela

the oil spilling 
It was concrete fillings 

Just a man, I guess
To confess a vision
With profound precision
It was form collision

What a woman, I know
Who

wide!
A roller coaster ride
Great pride in this invention
I think they're selling Snake oil
At the dog and pony show
In the garden gee
Would you pardon me

match the wingspan
I’m fly you a damn ham
Jumped outta of a trans am
To hop on the damn train
To hop in the damn van
To hop on a damn plane
To see me some