Lyrics:
comin' home? Is you out with her?
I don't care long as you here by 10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I want
My man is my man, is
stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til' the new year drop
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop
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
give me the wrong impression
By showing me warm expressions
Put me in the right direction
With tender love and affection
I've been standing
ride
It feels right
Just meet me at the station
Train ride
It feels right
Train ride
It feels right
Train ride
It feels right
Train ride
Stay right by my
ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop
Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze,
through
Drive by, way far, and everything'll be groovy
Then you pester me? Yo I'ma tell ya like the Nubians
Move on black brother move on
You gotta
you turn into a ghost right in front of my eyes
Tell me what's a girl to do when she's crying inside?
I'm about to go insane
I'm jumping off this
Seen it all on the train
I was eight on the train
All alone by myself
I was nervous on da train
Mama said show no fear
When you riding on the train
left me here all by myself
Tell me
What can I do?(Well, can I get a witness? What)
What?(Ah, yeah)
I'm still in love with you (tell me what)
What
they'll remember me then
Maybe if I go platinum they'll remember me then
Yeah, yeah
But I'm, not defined by the sales of my first week
'Cause in my mind
train, Lord?
Where do we send that train?
Where do we send that train, Lord?
Where do we send that train?
Where do we send that train, Lord?
Tell me where
ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Here's to Roc-A-Fella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and
(Here's
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop to buy The Times
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones.'
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and your jumping from sweat
Papa one eyed jack
You probably seen me sleepin'
Out by the railroad tracks
Go on and ask the prince of darkness
What about all that smoke
Come
when the big one drops
Am I in sync?
Immortality is what I'm buying
But I'd rather be immortal by not dying
Laboratory rats made Roger a fink
I can't say a train whistle makes me lonesome
I can't say a whippoorwill makes me blue
It takes more than the sound of a Greyhound leavin' town
your feet
Stayley are you out there? I am in your lane
Catch that cup of water when it falls
Wait for me, darlin', I'll be on that train
Catman had
Well, I was singin' some old cheatin' song
When this blue-eyed blonde came by
She said, I'm a table over in the corner
Why don't you drop around
Call your self a martian well I'm from jupiter
Spin around you so fast you can never catch me up
Holla at the DJ and tell him turn it up
Holla at the DJ
Hear that train rollin' down the track
Passin' by this old shack
Whistle blow and it blow again
Just a lonely sound comin' through the wind
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