Lyrics:
whispered lines
Broken only by the ancient railroad ties
Chorus:
Out where the tracks run through the city
Tracks run through the city
I want to be on that
Corporate America is F-ing up the rap game
While we argue about which rapper got the phat chain
You real gangster you pulling out your gat man
The real
Corporate America is F-ing up the rap game
While we argue about which rapper got the phat chain
You real gangster you pulling out your gat man
The real
You would be so amazed by the things that I can tell
I got troubles with in, troubles with out
Making it threw but tryin' to figure it out
Tryin'
The fox had done running
And the beast is at bay
He'd run them in circles
By the end of the day
They chased him through bramble
They chased
Yo, yo, forfeit the game, before somebody takes you out of the frame
Put your name to shame, cover up your face
You can't run the race, the pace is
I want to run, I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls that hold me inside
I wanna reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no
They hop out, and you hop in (word, oh-oh, uh-huh, oh)
I look fly and they jockin' (word)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop (hey, hey)
I got
wide
I want to keep you satisfied in the morning sun
By my side, come on, come on run
And you kick the sand up with your heels
You think to yourself
wide
I want to keep you satisfied in the morning sun
By my side, come on, come on run
And you kick the sand up with your heels
You think to yourself
to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
Grabbed my gun, run to the hill Standing up around the old windmill
I says grey wolf if you come to steel
I'll slit your belly and hang you by the heels
In the morning I raise my head
And I'm thinkin' of days gone by
And the thing I want out of life is
I want you (I want you)
I want you (I want
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
won't take you for granted
'Cause we'll never know when, when we'll run out of time
So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you
I'm gonna love you
at God, I just can't get out of bed
My best friend obituary really hang on my wall, by the dresser
I'm tryna see it a life lesson
No more time for
Ah
Ah
The games you played were never fun (mm)
You'd say you'd stay but then you'd run (ah)
Givin' you what you're beggin' for
Givin' you
follow y'all suggestions,
I just always did my own thing,
Now I run the game, you stupid mudda-suckas
I see all this money through my Ohio State buck
Christina Milian she ain't got her man
And I don't have no dreams either I'm working
Surfing the earth and tryna stay urban
You see the heater poking out I
the game,
Yeah, no matter what game it is, win it
It ain't everything, it's the only thang
And make sure you go hard, blood, sweat and tears
Shout out to all
By: jimmy buffett
1971
It's the ways of her father
If she's gonna change she hasn't done it yet
And the desert is calling to me
Run before the final
And if I, if I run out of time
I'll wait for you in the sweet by and by
I just want to leave you with a smile
Even though that hasn't always been my
Christina Milian she ain't got her man
And I don't have no dreams either I'm working
Surfing the earth and tryna stay urban
You see the heater poking out I
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