Lyrics:
High times by the riv
With the kid
Kickin' it
Puffy Amy, a yume I'm high high
Speed racer no tapper I fly by
Don't say yes to the Captain It's Aye
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
Old worn-out
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.
Old
racers that run from the cops
I get a minute to look at the sky
Sing me a song when I open my eyes
I get a minute to look at the sky
Sing me a song when I
Suna
Hellraiser gang
If shawty gone leave, then I gotta chase her
I call up Rage cause he is a racer
Blinded by beauty, no I cannot face her
Heart so
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
Keep a big body, balling is my hobby
She like what I'm wearing, I'm a racer, Ricky Bobby
Drip, that Dasani, come here lil mami
Too hot like you
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
Old worn out
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
Old worn-out
hobo,
Let the towns drift slowly by.
Tonight you've got a nice warm boxcar,
That's the hobo's lullaby.
I know the police cause you trouble,
I never got the thing about trains. I guess I wasn't going that far
And by the time I needed to be on down the road, I already knew how to hotwire
the blues harp raising hell
Down in Clarksdale Mississippi
No I don't need to roam
On some boxcar all alone
With you is where I want to be
So light
a promise without no truth?
I gave my love a fortune in silver and gold
I gave it to her lie, by lie, by lie, by lie that I had told
I gave my love a story
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 suit
ex really not a skater
New girl, she hit my line
She ask "Makoto, you a racer?"
I don't know, but my life fast
I see you in that Laurent blazer, yeah
in the car like imma racer
Spark my blunt like a taser
Fading all away i see you later
Im tryna get high but i run outta paper
Go to the store and i
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 suit
and quiet
For so long I can't remember what it's like
There's a lone soldier on the cross
Smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it, you
and quiet
For so long I can't remember what it's like
There's a lone soldier on the cross
Smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it, you
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
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
Old worn out
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
And, the wind was whispering
And, the wind was whispering
The season was summer
But the wind was whispering
She said meet me at the boxcar, so I was
went down to the railroad yard,
And one of the few ladies that had helped him to spent
His money, came by to see him.
And she said "You fool!, you
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