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locomotive was gone.

Dispatcher got on the wire, switch operator to the right,
Cause the monkey's got the main line sewed up tight.
The switch operator
know I got no job".
She said "I tell you what honey...let's find a place to rob".
 
Now the man at the station's name was Jim...I saw it sewed on his
a tailor, she sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase
I used to see you on the avenue
You were the girl that let me follow you
You used to hang out in the alleyway
You sewed a button on my shirt one
the dawn, the child in me was gone
But it made a man out of me that night

Betty made my clothes and sewed my jeans
Listened to my songs and foolish
pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God, hoping that he's
what, making hella bucks
Niggaz getting bumped or what, counting cash up
Got this game sewed up, niggaz straight up no cut
But ya'll couldn't fuck with
unloaded
Wise words bein' quoted, peeped the weakness in the rap game
And sewed it, bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin'
Seein' niggaz comin'
sweetheart
But I used to be a little fellow traveler
I used to think we had the whole thing sewed up, mama
Then I realized, rock and roll is dying, baby

I
pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God, hoping that he's
pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God, hoping that he's
a tailor, she sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase
a tailor, she sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase
smudger and the mouthpiece that he's with
Using his claws just like a practiced fingersmith
I dreamed I took his digit prints
And then I sewed then
beretta
Have you sewed up like a sweater more cheese then some cheddar get out my face
Nigga you better come back with straps get all y'all niggas so y'all
take.

Last night I sewed up her toys that were torn
And packed her suitcase again
She looked so sweet as she lay there asleep
Smiling and holding my hand
a cold-blooded gangsta
If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, we'll catch ya lata

[Tray Deee]
We exploded, reloaded and sewed it up
Sprayed shots to the crowed,
a tailor,
Sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling' man
Down in New Orleans.

Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk,
He sewed his eyes shut because he is afraid to see 
He tries to tell me what I put inside of me 
He's got the answers to ease my curiosity 
He
shoes.
His hat and coat are patched with the love that Margaret sewed him.
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam.
He watches tugboats down canals
why I love ya
Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce
Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross
What a friend know? Buy some indo
Never fuck with
thang sewed up from Texas to New Orleans
And cross the West Coast where fools get wicked
I'm in the gang hell a D I'm try to score a meal ticket
Break
a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
I came staggerin' in, in the middle of the night
I got my alibi sewed up nice and tight
Cracked the bedroom door, I tried to keep it from squeakin'

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