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agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my
a couple of fresh records
And a bangin' hand style to put the jukies On the guest list
Walk for that
Metal train graf brainiac
Walk for them
Not
and the struggle to get by each week
It's tougher that they lie to me
Tell me shit is fine and we
Should focus on our self it doesn't matter if I die this week
We
move across the lawn slowly
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand
And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you
Hey my baby,
move across the lawn slowly
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand
And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you
Hey my baby,
move across the lawn slowly
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand
And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you
Hey my baby,
man
Here I am
But I know her from work she pass by like he ain't that fly you got
One more chance
To fall down the rabbit hole
Let me take you
they outta control
Kill a man cause he stand, for what he stand for
While he merely stand by with a dreadlock or an iPad, it's a crime
And then a nigga
A waterlogged train, traversing the seas
Sigma Oasis alone on a beach
Protecting a castle the tides never reached
Am I protecting or breaking an oath
For
Across the lawn slowly
The seventh walks in front with a
Cross held high in hand
And it's hey babe your
Supper's waiting for you
Hey my baby don't you
down
You'll find your children in the lost and found
You've been cancelled, taken to taken to task
Robbed blind by men with masks
And the train rolls
buoys in the see
And I am waiting for the sky to fall down on me
The train stops
The commuters get out
Got a sinkin' feeling
Don't know what it's
come for Mary, she's waiting for them now
And cattle is their game
And Archer is their name they gave to the acres that they own
If the Brazos don't run
holdin’ on, holding on tight
‘Till the storm passes by
Still grindin’ for the better days, better days
Waiting for the better days, better days
Keep going
of something, I speak
I'm not feelin so hot let's go for it next week
Didn't work, I pulled down my collar
At least they won't be hearin me holla
My neck shut
and his work with a lovely burner
I blast for the i-con
Black python
Blowin' barrel
Waiting in the shadow to spit at you
(Benzino)
As my world turns
One
mercy when you’re lookin’ for the train you’ve missed, cryin’ for the gold you wished to hold up in your hands
You look back in anger still waiting for
and then
He takes another home again to find me waitin' for him
My baby takes the morning train, he works from nine till five and then
He takes another
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
give thanks" and I loved Thar
Crazy how she taught be so much About gratitude by saying thanks In the cold as we're waiting for the Bus back
We're in
Because it's a work of fiction
Just send me a train
I won't name and shame your company
But your trains head west
And your website calls you great
a grand and three hundred
For my beat machine, my body, I keep it clean
By eating vegetables, while you claim indestructible
I made 'em feel
put it on god no be child's play
We been waiting for the pay day celebrate its your birthday
Who work go chop my nigga
Huslle till you get your pay day
Are the words by an old photograph
'Rustic old doors made by a million years'
Waiting for the train around sunset
Find a frenzy like no one cares
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