Lyrics:
On the western skyline
Lonely women say a prayer
On the western skyline
They'll set up on the bandstand
When the sailors hear the whistle blow
Underneath
It's too much, can't see
It's too much, can't breathe
It's so not for me
Way too much
And I get lonely on the high road
Everywhere that I go
sir too short
When I rap, I'm like this, I'm like that
They can't resist, the mc mc mc thing
That too too too too too short thing
Beyotch, I don't stop
that whistle blow
I want to pack my suitcase and go
The lonesome sound of a train going by
Makes me want to stop and cry
In the still of the night
a flyin'
I sing a little song and I have lotta fun
Then before I know whistle blow a big man rolled my way
He pullin' down and I'm hit the ground
Be friends wit'cha gram!
I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight
Hey you, blow your whistle (whistle sound)
Now clap ya hands and say
Whistle how it's been so wrong
Eyes are weak, but lips are strong
Hands are short but reach is long
Whistle when the guster blows
Whistlin' in drifting
clean up me rifle
Clean up me rifle, elephant rifle
I flipped her from the top of my head, enough said
I'm the brother with the short short dreads
match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too Short fan, faithfully
When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me
I can't leave you lone baby
Life's too short
Imma sip on this patron cuz the
Nights too short
I'm just tryna show you what you Like
Of course
We
whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
blow off your hands
Leave your body in a dumpster, head in the trashcan
Cell catching scene look clean as a whistle
Ghost carved through your skin tissue
on Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world locked inside of his leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse,
on Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world locked inside of his leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse,
up
Your brother want more too, blow his fucking car up
Another homocide city, murder mystery efficiently
Delete your fucking history broke bone,
you remember me in days gone by?
Autumn dreams and a whistle blows
Now you've got to go
Whistle blows
Thoughts of you still haunt me night and day
How
take a ride
Gee, but I'll be happy
With my baby by my side
Hear that whistle blow,
Now it's time to go,
'Cause the train is waiting,
Got no
of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By the man who had been dyin', who
Old Train, I can hear your whistle blow
And I want to be jumping on again
Old Train, I've been everywhere you go
And I know what lies beyond each
follow when your whistle blows
Won't come runnin' when your rooster crows
Don't eat the same old crow until their minds have gone
They don't fear
killing each other blow by blow. I will never leave. Maybe you should go. Cause a clean cut heals more beautiful.
Am I too bad for ya? Am I too reckless?
one pickle
Fuck it, it's official, so blow the whistle, I got a trust issue
There's a bombshell, scud missile
Like I just cuss at you to fucking cuss
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