Lyrics:
the scaffolding, the prison cell
the attic in the cardboard box
in the suburbs or buried underground
melted on the stone
hot oil in the broken pan
privileged than infants
Innocents ain't shredded 'til second education
We outgrow our messes, defining life lessons
And when we strike oil, the mobs are
going
Behind the big truck, we going
We going
We going
Oil and powder we throwing
We going
We going
Jumping up till the morning
We going
We going
Right
there, take a stand, hear us out; be more than man
Submarines and subway trains
Dark and gloomy through torrential rains
Refuge of solace but also from
take me to the liquor store
hear you saying you wanna go faster
well maybe just a little more
keep burning, burning that oil
keep turning that water
the Great Depression, bitch, we all poor
Stuck in my polio chair, FDR style
George W. Bush type shit, I'm oil hostile
Jimmy Carter look like a ghost
Bill
take me to the liquor store
hear you saying you wanna go faster
well maybe just a little more
keep burning, burning that oil
keep turning that water
Sitting here in a southbound train
Having you in mind, it's all the same
There's way too much thinking, too many fears
A crucial decision for our
I make the schedule in my mind
To make the trains run on time
If they're late by the time that they've arrived
I've drowned in a sea of salt and lime
the metal jangles as the key turns
unlock the door, wipe my feet clean
oh my head sounds like that
the oil is spitting in the saucepan
i squeeze
my mind it's a diamond in the ruff
A platform here's a train of thought
Getting to the right side of me is why I fought
I'm gonna say what else
Spreading like a fever
Your promises to train me
Are just attempts to restrain me
I'm an English boy
Precisely made
Pin me down
I am not afraid
I
the man from god knows where
I've slept beneath your bridges near your oil refineries
I've gambled on your river boats, Shenandoha; Kanakee
I'm
Swim into my eyes
Take a look at what I see
You think the gravy train
Is gonna keep you worry-free, but
It's too late to change a thing at the endless
Well the rain drops fell
In the dust by an oil well
Well ran dry in 63
The rain beat a path through a hot dry spell
Like a dam broke loose
and trying to move that hard
Roll with a shooting squad
How could I not succumb? How could I not partake?
15 I got a gun, 16 I robbed a train
Licked off
Never leave the pad without my blessing oil (Uh huh)
'cause I surround myself with felons (What they do?)
Pop inner-tubes and bust melons, oooh
...
and build me a train
Deal with facts only, no slang
That's only for dames
We will run up in the building
Tags and niggas with chains
Rocking range, lock
the collar mustn't come too high
Because well all right my skin is dry
so each morning I rub my face with oil
And the fabric you see the grease could soil
Interview a run, a pure girl 'pon me panel
Ginelle, Chenelle, Shanelle, and Janelle
A pop off me joe boxer and me country fannel
Long like a train run
make the correlation
Right now I'm like fuck you fam ya guilty by association
You can't stop the train yea this ain't no negotiation
I've been holding
Remember this oil by augustus john?
These are the ones I found in rome.
There are few things I keep for long.
When does your plane leave for cologne?
I
Snake oil
At the dog and pony show
In the garden gee
Would you pardon me
And by the way how does it grow
The explanation's unexplainable
Holding
to green herb
Now the curbs
I play that like, primo supreme hustler
Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and dirty snare
Little panther
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