Lyrics:
while falling behind
The time to get right, no more just getting by
Do or do not, there's no reason to try
Let it subside, I'm letting you know
That
we're circling
For very different reasons
But one day the Eagle has to land
Out past the fountain
A left by the station
I start the day in
now, now
I say the train is coming baby
And I am leaving on that train, lord
Woman me a go away and me naw come back
Stand up at the station with
that i would not open this gate to any before you
There will be no sweat, no bad smells, nobody has to take a bath
Nobody gets older, nobody gets tired,
why they hate
Cause ima make it there's no mistaking
Lost creation why I'm forsaken
Cause I'm creating another station
Cause I done did this shit by
to hand at the serving station
To making a hundred and fifty grand just off day training
Ay man, we know you ain't did the shit you said man (no)
Where I
at the station and they don't look friendly
Well, they don't look friendly, well they don't
Blind or crippled, sharp or dull
I'm reading the Bible by a forty-watt
blonde n’ the cutest curls
And she has got a hold on me.
Better go across that street into that busy railway station
And hop aboard that train for
decreasing by ten
As we entered a town about halfway there
It was almost raining at the train station
We put our hoods on our heads at the train station
We
By changing the station my brain is stuck playing
Changing the station my brain is stuck playing
Changing the station my brain is stuck playing
In
Between Stations
I’m strung out on your floor
A film that has no score
Traveling on
–
I’m traveling on your ride
Temptation is a wine so strong
It
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
myself
I’m best by myself
Don’t need no one else
Best by myself
Best by myself
We went through every faze babe, the grief and denial
Were killing me from
at the station
(No imagination) no imagination
They're too busy doing nothing
Making all kinds of arrangements
(Nothing's really) but nothing's really changing
the facepalm
Pretty no makeup, I ain't have to put my face on
Stay in your lane, don't get gassed at that station (oop, yeah)
Give him the chills, I got him
know they cannot call me
I left the station filled up on 90
Ain’t no mistaken I drip like Dasani
I got low patience I put that on mami
I got the drip
given far from a muslim half hearted christian
Conflicted by negative past horrors that I seen like domestic disputes or homicidal
Drive-by's by a
Teen no
he's gonna get it done
He made his mind up
Yeah, he's gonna let it go
No matter the time
Oh oh
When the creeps run by
Oh no
He's making his
they rolled right by it
Wasn't me they was after
A little red corvette
They was tryin to capture
Dread I feel sweat so I set down my jacket
Look up
at the end, na nothing but shame
We no fit just dey pretend all the time
Dey talk say everything go be fine
But ee dey worst day by day
Just like work
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
What's the topic? I drop it
Fuck around then leave them all concussed
When I bust, no thrust, this world we
Nobody seems to care about you
With your tool case by the roadside
There beneath the power lines
Or the pallor of your skin
Paled beneath
with my cherry cherry wine
I believe I'll go walking by the railroad with my cherry cherry wine
If I pass the rumbling station where the lonesome
Omar or Phil, bring you to me
And then me, hypnotized by the devil as well
Hold out my hand as an invitation into my hotel
No need to RSVP,
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