Lyrics:
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
Concorde, this organ
The new one I'm forming
It's grown so persistent on you
By the morning I'd fell to my feet
And the doctor said we are
you beneath the stars
Hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory
I been double-crossed now
For the very last time and now I'm finally free
I
piped up, throw it back on me (On me)
I be piped up, throw it back on me (On me)
Yeahhh, and I got it by my lonely (Low, Lonely)
In the club with these
Go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
listen to the steel rail humming
That's a hobo's lullaby
I know the police cause 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
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
and on to Crash cove
Don't need gasoline, it's pure Nitro
When the lights go green and
The crowd goes woah!
Why bother in the first place?
There's just one racer in
stride
And into the boxcar she leaps
And is my hero
And penetrates the demons inside
The clouds they pass
But they're moving so fast
As I watch them
when you smile
Hanging around just to see what could happen
Hanging on by, oh, the thinnest thread
Sometimes I see the faintest glimpse
Sometimes I feel
a bag now
Now I cash out
Remember tried to flex on me that's why I brag now
Remember matching up on dimes
I'm smoking by the pound
Elevating til I can't
wait til niggas make it
My niggas finna make it
I told em be impatient
I'm high like Air Force One
Beat made by Air Force Juan
I'm shining like new
and down by the lake,
Where I often see a duck and a drake,
And I wonder as I walk by
Just what they'd say if they could speak,
Although I know that's
’m a drag racer
Not a bag chaser
I shine you shine we shine
I know it’s perfect timing
I’m a drag racer
Not a bag chaser
I don’t be chasing the bag
Baby I am
Buys 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
She a whole thottie, she ain slow, that hoe a racer (That hoe a racer)
Ion really drink so when I do I need a chaser (So when I do I need a chaser)
Ain
like to carpool she like the freeways
Drivin like speed racer at midnight
Lemme stop by ain't gotta waste time
Drop that location
I'm hittin' your line
by 12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination: Bangor, Maine
Old cold, old worn out
I just might take off in a speed racer
I just been geeked up, I don't need a chaser
Yeah, I just might re up, I just might
Yeah, I just might need
a Bentley
And I said all I really care about is family
And if they feel a threat you not gon stand me
Living tornado
Margiela racer
My mind is a wave
No one
I know you are a woman by the way you burn below.
I'll tell you secrets so good, you'll never tell a soul.
Come closer, that bonfire holds his life
my drip you ain't taking a drop
You know I don't like to waist my time
I need you to be by my side
Don't need you to go kill my vibe
On my way I get in
by
Thought you had me, bitch I dunno why
Pop the trunk, then watch me spark this blunt
Whip off the hook, another driver in the books
Ride so low
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