Lyrics:
Alienation of a radio TV movie nation
No patience in this land of patients
Out of sight make that White House right
And you know what they doin' just
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
It's Dylan Cozy, like my bed or leather couches keep my
Feet up on the ground but my head is in the mountains
Writing raps in my classes
to listen to their claims
And I'd rather use the Scientific method to arrive at decisions
So pardon my sedition but I stand by my derision
And fight against
start to vent
There's a price for pushing people farther and we'd rather
Sit back but it's hard to relax
We can't afford anything
But you advertise,
a leather coat, with the V for Vendetta goals, I keep, and, or, edit those
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The Rocksteady and Bebop of boom bap in Shredder mode
I
all my meals for free
I think I'm being shunned by my feet again
'Cause it's not a homeless life for me
It's just I'm home less than I'd like to be
train
After the lights go down
I live out in the woods now
It helps me keep my feet on the ground
Life's been good to me so far
Hope it's been kind
the plans that could never come to fruition at all
Time flying right by, feel like I'm missing it all
But I just keep on moving man cause what else could I do
the path
Taking up the stars
Keep it straight so we can find an ending
Stowaway to jump on someone else's train
Chasing cars playing on the radio
I really
car
Somebody on the morning train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
That was ever enjoyed
By any boy
You're not the kind of girl to tell your mother
The kind of company you keep
I never told you that I'd love no
of his mother now
cnd all that made his father proud
c thought like a train came whistling by
He held his ears to block the sound
Five stories up,
This train is my story (this train)
Oh I don’t know where I’m going
And the line just keeps twistin
Maybe I couldn’t get there if I tried (and I've
end
Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because of who you know,
understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo
Oh, it's just another manic Monday
Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian
well
What do you like to eat?
Well, I'd like some cornflakes
Prepared by Parisian
Hands and I'd like it blessed
By Hari Krishna Mantra
"Yes, have
I still remember the way that you danced
And you'd caught a train just to surprise me
You made it on time and you did
You always keep your promises,
D.O.C. no one can do it better
Still Gulf Coast Ballin’ look up check out the weather (woah)
The wind is blowing its feeling so breezy
Voice for the radio
wanted a sequel not equal so here it comes
Now sit back as we run a train on your eardrums
[Chorus]
We boys! x3
We like here, yeah
[Molecules]
If
to the ground
Tryna save the volley, balling on these fools
But still ain't got no one by me
Now I'd probably lose
If it's me against myself
I ain't hitting
keep going at it
Comme un fiend, un addict
Faut des huards genre Patrick
Imma star
Pas besoin d'une Patek
J'veux juste assez pour faire mes classiques
better fuck with me now
Cause if you're in love with me well then you're someone to be
Yeah yeah, come fuck with me, I'm going places that you'd like to
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