Lyrics:
shining like a brand new dime
She imitates a ballerina
As the train keeps time
She takes a bow
And the conductor smiles
She says, step on it James
haskell, juvenile delinquents
Running wild, he sipping on old style
It's profane
Climbing on slow trains
And broken glass
Breathing in smoke clouds
From
THE DARK MY LOVE LET’S CATCH A TRAIN TO HOUSTON STREET. BRING YOUR JAMES, I’LL BORROW POE, YOU READ TO ME, I READ TO SLOW. YOUR VOICE IS LIKE SYRUP, I’M
pieces, poison arrows
Tell the Pharoah I'll be gone by tomorrow
To quench my thirst in the desert
Flirt with death might be my best move yet
I'm running
Touchdown to cause hell
Feeling like I'm boosie boo
Shawdy wanna take a ride put her to da side leaving wit a thang or 2
Niggas acting like they
see through my window I see the train passing by
I still see things moving going up down left and right
sometimes it's too hard to follow what's going
would be dead by now
We can't love
No, we don't know how
If pushing model trains
'Round tiny plastic table towns
Didn't make me feel like running
Back
burdens, frustration and rage (Gal 6:2).
Yet you want to judge this book by the front page (1 Sam 16:7).
Render your heart and not your garment (Joel 2
today
Front Street West trains keep rollin' by x 3
You had a baby - yes, you did x2
You had a baby 3,000 miles away
Front Street West trains keep
Ah Collipark, HOMEBWOI
Collipark, HOMEBWOI
Collipark in the buildin, HOMEBWOI
YEP! ... YEP!
[Chorus: x2]
Hard hittin, back breakin, everybody out
Verse 1
Sitting, oh, by the window
Wandering through the night
Running as I’m coming home
Don’t miss out the train
Sitting, oh, by the aisle
a breath, slow it on down
I learned to meditate, situate, come back around
I can see the wheels, running hot, from afar
No need to get on board that train
When I seem like a big deal for you
I just changed you in my phone
To Kasland, the new rapper
You've been blessed by Saint James
It's going down
You
dey happen 2day headed by strong decievers
I still b very inspired even tho oppressors screw up
We all fit do somtin if 1 person fit do am
Ma spirits
a hundred grand
Bitch you insane if you think I'm your mayn
Here's 2 G's, go fuck LeBron James
[Chorus - minus first line]
Hah, been gettin' this
on fools like Pancho Villa
Bam, see ya
Wouldn't want to be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
Kid Frost held up the three o'clock train
Smoked
times again
Sitting duck, running out of luck
Our car's stuck on the train crossing
How am I ever gonna know peace?
How will I ever see your light
There's a silent movie
Running off its reel inside my mind
As I try to fall asleep tonight
On prescription lullabies
In the darkness there's
Breathe, breathe, shut your eyes, imagine your fingers tangled up in mine
I train my brain to remain in the pain, but I can't feel when the pain ends
Sometimes it rains down like a
Crash symbol under Kevin’s stick
Or a nasty strung under James Bone’s pick
A pretty note under Jacob Scesne’s lip
Or a blues
I wanted to be the green, but by default I was the black one
Ninja turtles Hess trucks toys from Mattel
Space Jam SpiderMan Talk Boys and 2XLs
Girls
Flying to Japan you wishin’ that I knew ya
Hop on a train now DICI’s in Shibuya
Don’t know what that is
Now they on computers
You might need a tutor
It was on a Tuesday afternoon
Josie was one of those easy girls who had wide eyes
And she was drawn in by the incense at the mission room bar
You
balls, spit my dime, fuck the sidewalk man
James Bridge just blowin down motherfuckin' train man
(Casket), real type shit man,
Huh, huh, yeah man
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