Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Husting 101, I'm about that paper
Hustling 123 ways I'm a chaser
Running to it 321 like I'm a racer
Pack come from the 213 just like a Laker
Every
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
train
Now maybe one day I'll climb up inside
And in that old boxcar, I will ride
Ride away
I'll be ridin' on that train
Now, can you hear me, Mister
then I'm bout to spit mo
I'ma let y'all know that I'm a street racer
BP-93 on the table, Lucas Phil's system
Clean as a chaser
Yeah, 100-bit rebel, real
parallel
Can't go through that again
Moving on fast like an f one racer
The ladies out of breathe like they running the pacer
Know I'm the man so I ain't
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