you know what you got? Jump on my train My little train of thought The season's shifting From cool to hot Jump on my train My little train, my train of thought
G.] Everyday seems like the same ol' shit Eight years waking up to the same ol' bitch Only thing, hang with the same ol' clique Chopper City and we bought to train
in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember way back, the weak weed they had Too many seeds in the trey bag I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin
the choir within sang religious songs And it's not like we thought we was right We just played with the wheels of a passenger train That cracked on the
best to talk but his mouth could hardly move And the mother had to turn her face away. "Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war You thought it
shut your mouth Better take a little time to level out I never thought of running My feet just led the way Mixed up Signals Bullet Train Cars are switched
) Jaw cut is a stain of train track scar (scar) Whoever think of talkin shit to me'll be a memory His train of thought will stain that car (uh) I will
lifting from the fallen row on row In 1861 they prayed for god to keep their souls Jimmy left home in April, that was one year to the day Writes his mother
gentle on my mind Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines And the junk yards and the highways come between us And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
cash when heat's to they noggin I sing a lil' lullaby, who gon' testify the way a gruesome murder been televised? Stupid! My name still ring in the streets though
and cars, and fresh-cut lawns aren't dreams when they become real. And somehow I understood what my mother meant by "Good morning, Columbus." And even if my mother
shit list, get this, the witch has Made my chest its permanent nightly visiting nest, it aint no clothes that i look good in, im the Mother fuckin big red train
stiff that's all, like a board I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill But then I jump out knife swinging all about And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother
punk bitch} (Stroll to the banquet party) {Drank all they brew} (Then shot everybody) (They set it up wrong, created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long) {Thought
top of the shit list get this, the witch has made my nest it's permanent nightly visiting nest it ain't no clothes that i look good in i'm the mother fuckin big red train
: When I first thought to hobo'in, hobo'in, I took a freight train to be my friend, oh Lord You know I hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, Hobo'd a long,
