Lyrics:
To let her know what I'm gon' to do
Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue
That's cool with you?
Yeah, that's fine baby, all gravy
Long as you know you my
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle
I'm a Smooth criminal
Boarder line cynical
In prime position you could say that it's pinnacle
Don't really care bout the do's and the don'ts
Since
on your
album
I thought you was wilin', bustin your guns and running The Island
You wasn't violent, you was a child trying to get college credits
love you
Well, I've always had a deep respect and I mean that most sincere
The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think
Oh, by the way,
the opposition
Like the opposition don't know what they missing
I remember back when we were children
I was treated like the villain
But I was eyeing you cause you
love you
Well, I've always had a deep respect and I mean that most sincere
The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think
Oh, by the way,
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them
Uh, uh, uh, let's go
uh, bounce, uh, bounce
uh, bounce, uh,
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them thugs
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them
Keep bein pretty you makin it possible
2020 like Mission Impossible
Keepin it Frank, this wave is unstoppable
Like, Harriet's missin this train that i'm
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
on your
album
I thought you was wilin', bustin your guns and running The Island
You wasn't violent, you was a child trying to get college credits
rhymes man
You gotta hear my rhymes
I know I make beats but
You gotta hear my rhymes
Being on the train, Amtrak
Train going to Philly
To now being
think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.
We're just knocked
a paycheck
See your days are flashing by now
Right before your eyes
Your train is leaving
And it's leaving you behind
Babe you've got
No time at all
No time
today
Front Street West trains keep rollin' by x 3
You had a baby - yes, you did x2
You had a baby 3,000 miles away
Front Street West trains keep
no getting sold
in a town of rhinos I'm standing tall
i could tell you the things you've been wanting to know
be inspired by kings but release your
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If
chitchat
Over what my album's trying to get at
You got a punchline down pat
But missed the poem in the format
I'm no Doja, I'm hellcat
The new Manson
Listen, I kinda like it.
Have you ever heard of, uh, poly-rhythms?
I hear Bowie's gonna do this on his next album.
Steve: What a relief.)
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
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