Lyrics:
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just don't like me
You know the, those PhD niggas
But you know, I
usually started things off by asking about the avant-garde.
Â?? So, what's so good about new? they'd ask.
â?? Well, new isâ?¦ interesting.
â?? And what,
tight In my arms as the snow fall only thing I want for Christmas
We from opposite sides of the train tracks I'm from the trenches
I feel like you
start to become a blur
When we become mature
Obstacles overcame
Pain we both endured
Words we wanna slur or omit like radio edits
Want that same love
keep a secret?
I always thought I'd leave you behind
After a while you won't take the train
Then you can't even leave your apartment
You can't remember
And the twelve step program couldn't keep me clean
'Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G, or the P-O-T
gotta say
I'd say hello and they'd be laughing at me
I'd ask 'em questions that nobody understood
But by the time we got outside my room
I was searching
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
On a train through the Bronx that will take you just as far
As the empty of a bottle to the highway of a scar
That stretched across the blacktop of my cheek
things get hard through the stress and strife I
Keep on pushing with a full head of steam
Like a train through the tunnel to my shadow dream
Shadow
of hoeing left
Always keep a hoe in check, blowing us a train wreck
Yeah I might have to go in depth
See every little hoe I met
They're standouts, you
that I'd flash the nine?
And walk off with your shit like it's mine?
I'ma keep sticking niggas until I'm living
I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael
D.C.
And I'm a young pimp, got a lot of growin left
And you's a young hoe with a lot of hoein left
Always keep a hoe in check, blowin us a train wreck
Welcome back to town (hey!)
Now, back in high school when it darkened
You'd hang out in Bennett Park and
And Usnavi would bring his radio
As I walked
in the ends
Sell out like an O and dro
Yep, that's the new flow it's so amazing
How I get radio to place this let's go
Don't mean low, like where my
played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
It
jetpack to the sky
Dance with chemtrails and aliens
From up there I'll watch my life go by
Like the big dipper over the clouds
So turn the radio on
Turn
Yeah, shambles as a rule
Tangled like chasing a train
But still look cool
Somehow still limp along
So fly that it feels like a strut
Like
to these tracks now
I can't seem to break it free
Baby your sweet lovin
Is like a slow train comin
Oh you think by now that I'd learned my lesson
But
from
You were a light painted by the settling sun
There's a dive bar down on Bank Street we used to hang around
Our glasses drained while the DJ played
fucking weapon
When I was three I was just a little G
But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC
And at the age of nine I wrote my first
had a mask
I'd cover these bleeding eyes
They're bloodshot now, but they'll be black by dawn
If I wake up now, I can be pure again
I've made
My sister Sue and me were doing stunts with electric trains
She said she'd do my dishes, so I handed her the reins
handed her the reins
And she
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