Lyrics:
comes a brighter day
He's still on time if it's not right away
Better days ahead
Better days, better days ahead
Better days ahead
Better days, better days
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
my way
Fuck out my face
I beat the case
But the Reaper wanna take me away
Can't see straight
Money, not faith
All i believe in these days
Cause
They
(Girl, Za made another one)
With my skis!
My granddad been getting better by the day
Every time I get some mail, I hate to see it from the state
Hud
veggies, yo
I drift continental then I settle coasts
No one can reach me by telephone
But I can see all of y'all acting bellicose
Y'all better learn when
Better watch yo back everybody actin fake now
If he really want it imma shoot the addy M-Town
I'm around some killers better run when that gun sound
I'm playing pool
These hoes wanna fuck cause I play it cool
They loving the way that I make a move
But they better play by the rules
Better keep it
you sharin what I care for in thriving and lit
Do you know me better than I know you?
Do you know me better than I know me?
Hopin that my mind
Michael Jackson passes, now every day I'm askin'
Why weren't you able to stay?
Days are only kind of better, so I'm writing you this letter
Full of things I
sputnik,
Tubman,
Cause i feel free, when i got you by my side,
Got my hand up on your thigh, when you passenger side,
Round 11:45, you tell me that its
by me
In the streets you better get back
'Cause I don't know you any longer
I can't believe I wanted you to come and meet my mom girl
And now we're
day another dollar
Outta fifteen cents
You better try and multiply
Cause now a dollar aint shit
Fuck a President
Cause he aint bout to help
With
day another dollar
Outta fifteen cents
You better try and multiply
Cause now a dollar aint shit
Fuck a President
Cause he ain't bout to help
With
you use the day of your death before he turn the oven on to cremate you / by the end of this I bet you wish you never wake up / was told the Grim Reaper
then I have to wake
Get to work, keep it goin, can't stop, can't take a break
Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do
But by
know its roaring
In the passenger seat is something gorgeous
Got a bad girl with me know she foreign
My money pouring
Ya money boring
When I'm in
There's a certain scent in the air
There's a calmness that I felt
Over the past few days and then it slowly disappeared
Like how the leaves have
days at sea and counting.
Third class passengers are not allowed to enter the ballroom.
Third class passengers are not allowed to enter the restaurant.
fast for y'all
You might take a nasty fall
Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger
(Foul Ball)
All breath, no physical contact
Bounce back,
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the way
When the postman calls, he'll deliver the letter
I've explained everything; it's better that way
(Divided by, divided by) I think they heard
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