Lyrics:
The lightning express from the depot so grand
Had started out on its way
All of the passengers that gathered on board
Seemed to be happy and gay
A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself
With a magazine and a sleepless pillow
Over the crest of the mountains the moon
Begins its climb
of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal
the sidecar
On the passenger side
I don't want to be the sidecar
Watch the scenery go by
I'm going faster losing all control
The wheel it's shaking in my hands
Without my nigga on the passenger side?
And still I try (I try) to get money stay fly
Finish the race, holdin' my crown high (take that)
I fly next
**** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
I'm in the Porche, no passenger
Feelin' like a filthy rich **** ****
See, didn't
We were taken as passengers by a man
And he led us in six different ways
So then we all drank a parting glass
In case we'd never meet more
And we
dispute in London today
As a lightning strike by air shuttle officers
Led to over two thousand passengers being held up)
For up to ten hours to board
Check it out, 1996, bitches still suckin on dicks
Hoes just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
until you love me
You love me
Start the healing when you trust me
Let's make it all the way
Through the night
I want you by my side
You can have anything
the one
But before I tell you all
Let's just drive by
Hey you
In the passenger's seat
Your eyes are all closed now
And I can hear you breathing
I want you
ONE TAKES AN EVEN PATH
NO GIVE OR GAIN
INTO A FUTURE TO WHICH SUBMISSION YIELDS PAIN
TO BE A FATALIST
ABSORBING EVERY RICH BROUGHT FORWARD BY
look at my money, like it's not mitunkne yeah yeah
Homie I come from the street, live my life by the rules
If I owe ya I'm gon' get ya, might be ten
Friday night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Second
be stuck in an office
Michael pimped me? I was in the passenger seat
We was comfortable with me 'round, cause I blast my heat
94' I was trying to catch
damn door
We'll do this all before
They're coming back for more
So give me just a little, baby
Just something to get by
It's gonna last forever, baby
the god damn door
We'll do this all before
They're coming back for more
So give me just a little, baby
Just something to get by
It's gonna last
the passenger seat
My lil' homies hang with me, I be passing 'em freaks
Jewels n' drugs, play that hustle
Smother 'em, if you wanna be bad
Slap honey
light
Caught a glimpse of you in the corner of my eye
But there wasn't nothing on the passenger side
That wasn't behind me
And little by little babe
on my memory
Estrange isn't it?
As time pases by and
We get older the city
Seems to fade
Every flooded street
Takes the shape of
Your reflection
Like a thudding beneath the tire
I can feel you die when we harmonize
To the radio
That's controlled by whenever we're there
'Cus there's now sound if
not your fault
I got robbed and it made me a corpse
Grandad ill and it made me sick
Cousin hung by his thoughts in his crib
Mum crying from all of this
I'm missing every breath and beat
Without you in the passenger seat
And every note is hollow now you're gone
But I've got to carry on
I know it's gonna
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