Lyrics:
a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
Everybody wanting me to claim
I'm 16,000 miles away
I'll carry all your dreams just to change
It's just me and you by the bay
And she
Like me
Me
Like
(Nah nah nah nah)
(Nah nah nah nah)
(DRFM aye, It's me on the beat by the way, shit, ok)
I'm movin with style nigga
You know I'ma star nigga
That
speed racers were burning rubber on the highway
The PD chase their cars but soon are turning sideways
One racing shifts gears their muffler roars
Loud
ya
Kill to be there kind of feel, ya
I live inside of this papaya painted apartment inside of my peel, ya
Ive got blue tinted windows on my racer
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination, Bangor, Maine.
South of Selma by the railroad tracks
On the way down to 701
There's a road they call Devil's Racetrack
I sold my soul in my 351
Put my Torino up
Hey yo must not sleep
I bash the bracket open and breach
The priority's bleached since that seventy-six umbilical severed
Majority's cordially
Call me Gamgee
I got your back
That's a fact
That's a fact
Speed racer
Yeah I'm tearing up the track
That's a fact
That's a fact
So high I'm not ever
I running from my dreams again?
Imprisoned by the fears in my head
I'm sick of being, sick of being a fake
Cause I know what I'm supposed to do
Better
by 12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination: Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suit
itself
You're just a person in a mask
Don't need to run for help
Oh beauty for the ashes
Yah I hear you call my name
Go speed racer
My heart run on high
when I believe her
I'll soon be back; I got the fever
She's a believer
I got the freight liner fever
Now, there's a railroad a-runnin' by a highway
Sazerac with a chaser
This one’s for you, speed racer, sorry I’m gay
But ya know he moved to LA
And he finally seems happy
And I still learn a lot from him
Eight by twelve four bed room, I'm a
Man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suits
the Rocket Racer fly
I can see it now: soaring, climbing to the top!
I can almost feel-adrenaline rush-that nervous hush
Before the drop! (Before the drop!)
lay beside each other, staring at the sky
Listenin? to the whistlin? of the train blowin? by
As it was on it?s way to Macon The town where I was born
ten, eleven and up
If you bleed, you get fucked- fucked
No not me, not fo'-oh- not fo'-oh
I beat the bitch down with a two by fo'
Eryfuckinday is
ain't paying no tab when we walk in the club by my face bitch they letting us in.
Hoe i'm the man in this bitch i be cracking the seal bought a bottle for
in circles but I write it line by line
And if I don't really know you I'ma lie and say I'm fine
And I spit rhymes hoping that someone who thinks like
packed on a platform in Brooklyn
Where everybody's pushin', but nobody's lookin'
So I got crushed in the rush for the subway
By the little old man tryin
but I swear you aint never
Then I'm gon speed off in that speed racer I swear it go too fast
Everything I do It just don't mean much
But I swear it's
'm speed racer
Told that bitch
80 niggas so fake, they out of order
Hold the work it could swim
And take all the water
I done motherfuckin' the shark in
Inside with the jokes
My rhymes is fire like Hendrix's guitar
My favorite album by Blink is probably Boxcar
I'm a corporation that pays it's taxes
I
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