Lyrics:
like a train I roll hard lettin' off much steam
In the cut-off flanel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin'
kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm
should've been running, running, running by now
But I just hang around, ooh
Love shot me out like a rocket
Never to return and man, I forgot it
How it
2-way
I'm living proof that crime do pay
Say "hooray" to the bad guy, and all the broads
Putting cars in their name, for the stars of the game
Putting
2-way
I'm living proof that crime do pay
Say "hooray" to the bad guy, and all the broads
Putting cars in their name, for the stars of the game
Putting
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train
Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
to hit you like James
With the 1, 2, 3, 4
True martial arts
Official souls my brainchild
Sing the song name now
1, 2, 3, 4
Bust a track till they flat
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train
Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
[Savon] Fuck that!!
[King James]
I don't want nobody shoots 'til I say so, you understand?
I'm running this crew
[Savon]
And you ain't running shit but
WRITERS FERLIN HUSKY, EATON
Well, I bought me a donkey, about four foot tall
To plough my cotton in the early fall
He's runnin' around, it was
The train is speeding up now
Just how fast can it go ?
Two hundred miles so far
Seems we’re running slow
Stoke up the boiler driver !
Let the whistle blow.
brain
Or get hit by cars, trucks, and trains
Than listen to this shit
And if you don't like this track then you can skip
The Feds are coming but I
I am the Bullgod
I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
I'm like a train, I roll hard
homies and ride the sunset
Two sacks of money from the train heist
They ain't even counted it up
Just mounted it up (let's go Westcoast)
Rode West
Band
New arrangement by Scott Isbell
Running after subway trains
Running after subway trains
Running after subway trains
Last Sunday morning,
Zoney
On my forty-two inch Sony
This is just a long song
It ain't no poem
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
It's like sitting in
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Y'all thought I was soft as cotton
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messed around and forgot I was rotten
throwback jerseys
Chamberlain and James Worthy was
Two of my favorites
I might pull out the green
Larry Bird on special occasions
But anyway I'm steady
I was riding the prairie
When out of the blue I could see
There were two dozen Indians
Starting to close up on me
There was no place I
I was riding the prairie
When out of the blue I could see
There were two dozen Indians
Starting to close up on me
There was no place I
hit the brakes
The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase
Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn
Black male, pickin' cotton
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train
Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
Found myself in a barroom,
Doin' things I ought not to,
Watching life as it slowly passed me by, I was holding on to lovers,
And disregarding
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