racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when I'm pushin' up daisies and gone As long as you place me amongst one of them greats
're the soul of the brother who won't come back Who died in my arms on the railroad track 'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space
focus cause greedy cats always chase us We all tryin to bust, so stick and move, stick and move Nigga on our train just because of our grooves Other
Glock, Put Him In A Coma, Now What That Boy Got Uhhmm GlockComa Hahaha, My Weed Is Stronger, I Smell Great, I Like From Methazine, Im In The Smell Race
good, it?s been great, see you later Times runnin? out, and y?all know what I?m about Thanks for comin? out It?s been good, it?s been great, see you
The first day I saw her was at the train station She was half black, half Caucasian At first, yo, I thought she was Asian But as I get a bit closer, her
to topic. The prince was a bon vivant trained in Paris and he spoke excellent English and when he wasn't in the palace he was out on the bumpy back roads racing
down Where pens, amps, mics and strings all come to break ground To chase down the great crown of great sounds To build upon our life or likely break down We race
You can open walls of mystery Stripshow How to aquire death in the morning show TV death which the child absorbs Deathwell mystery which makes me write Slow train
I don't want to be a race car driver in a rat race Doing what I can to be on top I don't want to be a metal head it's a way Of life banging my head to
and street races (So serious) I'm tattooed and slugged up Absolutely fucked up Ridin' around in big trucks (So serious) Whatever you do, nigga, do it great
that used to rap in all the videos That needed to be me My click needed to be G All up in the game, with bitches riding our train And I'm pretty sure
listen hard, maybe you?ll hear a ?Goodbye? A black and white photo of the entire sky, a rumbling muffler - white breath Just wanna get a little closer, I?ll race
, bitter fruit she'd tasted Ensign of industry, let it be raised There the camp of the black pope was placed His legions, through the valleys they raced
I grew up in Decatur, IL; the Cannonball (which was an actual train that went from Detroit to St. Louis and on to Kansas City) went by my house! Also
schooners sail A vision formed like a mortal storm In the dust of the wagon train A vanishing race appeared in space And he sang his sad refrain Oh, wagon trains
the wagon train A vanishing race appeared in space and he sang his sad refrain Ii Ii ou Ii Ii Ii ou Ii Ii ou Oh wagon trains rollin' along... Oh now
Fields of patience Mountains of pain Innocence fell from this runaway train Planets of mercy Great skies of hope Send me an angel with a holy rope Daydreams
