Lyrics:
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
in the [?] pouring hennys for Steve
Lighting Ls for Steve, it's hard to tell
When your [?] leave
I'm in the passenger, talking to my bitch by
Another self proclaimed historian
With Einstein as his passenger, and a flux capacitor in his Delorean
Rewrote my past, taught me sin
When we spoke at last
I've got a long black six passenger limousine
A palace in Dallas a club in New Orleans
Diamonds on my fingers silk imported clothes
And I can
Sit back as you watch these pigs deceive you
Dress you up with pride so they can beat you down
As a passenger, watch the world roll by
Sedate
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
are passengers on
A disaster is born in the form of this rap song
I plan to reign a lot longer than a hazardous storm
This is more than a career it’s
The center of his mask popped out and revealed who he is
It only complicates his mess, his mess
He traveled by bus today, just to face the passengers
A freelancer, never be duped by your scam
Have fun extracting any love from my heart
And Godspeed passenger, on my train of pain which will soon depart
IF YOU
way home I'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad
my words I meant it
Protected by the First Amendment
If this was Iraq I'd a been beheaded
Instead of sparkin a dime log
I'd be hangin in Baghdad
the passenger seat by the boat that you gave
Don't know where I'm going
I'm going away, I'm going my way.
Finally it's my time, to be lonely enough.
Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade
[Trip Locc]
Now my day begins late, had to get some sleep
ridin passenger in a Suburban peep
we had a ball last night, me and the crew
I'm sayin
on the Southern railroad.
It was 97, the fastest train
Ever ran the Southern line,
All the freight trains and passengers take the side for 97,
For she's bound
You were captain of the ship
It was headed for rocks
But you were first in the lifeboat somehow
Now you're watching from shore
As the passengers wave
the meadow
Of the seers
I can be the hand
A medium to scan any mind delusion
I am just a passenger in a patient flood
On my paper walls
Old
Big plate tell me, where's my meat
You ride a car from the passenger seat
You got big words 'bout a little plan
A little boy with a card that says
look me in they eye
Only warriors survive, and the weak, get eaten alive
Chorus
Third Verse:
Kickin' wild by my style
Don't cut it down, do it now
I'm
Have you been the broken one
Lying by the side of the road
Waiting for a good Samaritan
But no one has the time to ask,
Why are you bleeding?
leaves you feeling so numb
Passengers on separating trains
We say everything with no words at all
It feels just like home
And I feel just fine, oh no
drinkin' straight, I never chased with soda
Thinking back when mama used to scoop me in that beige Corolla
We drank Corona by the bed just never staying
drinkin' straight, I never chased with soda
Thinking back when mama used to scoop me in that beige Corolla
We drank Corona by the bed just never staying
by your bedroom window
Think I might move to Chicago
'Cause I really think I need
Something, something, something
Something you got
You the one
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