Lyrics:
on the throttle
A scalded to death by the steam
Then the telegram come to Washington station and this is how it read
Oh that brave engineer that run old 97
that I was dead eh e
I hustle Sun and Rain
Money in the Bank make the champagne rain
Like am about to be the next Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne bawo or Biggie
carry the eyes of a dead
Eagle treaded in the twilight
Leather bag of bones browns when
The sun is shown
Ten fingers that have touched the globe
Ten toes
got me coughing
But I got no plans of stopping
I'm going full throttle
My foot's stuck on the gas and I'm reaching for that bottle
I'm in your lane
I think in rap convulsions
Confusions confuse the blackouts
Rebirth the birth of fusion
Goku merging on the back routes
Combining simple sayings into
Verse 1
Racing fast in a Cadillac
Winding roads dead ahead now
Orange skies between the lines
Ignore the signs
Crushing through
Foot on the gas
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
When he was within six miles of the place
There No. 4 stared him straight
I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not
That's all we got and if you throw it away
You dumb as OJ, off a forty
In your Izod, this the rap
We're all getting dead
We're all getting deader by the second
And it's funny, don't you reckon
I do
We're all getting
Dead
Stuck in a song with you
We
Recaptures what belonged her
Spreading its recent seeds
By night earth's wrapped in smother
After sunrise the earth ignites
Beforehand ends the nights
Blood
Danville dead."
'Cos he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour,
The whistle broke into a scream.
He was found in the wreck with his hand
Danville dead."
'Cos he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour,
The whistle broke into a scream.
He was found in the wreck with his hand
and you'll be happy
A happy smiling face is depicted while a drone delivers a product to a household
No doubt ordered online and packaged by a robot in a giant
tounge will twirl, listen here
Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I swear
I was doin', Lex persuin', niggas wired like Western Union
Short like
that life was rays
Sent by the sun
I never sent myself
Into those very rays
Until I saw that very sun
Until I lost that very sun
Just a dead man walking
Crack open that bottle
These pills all gone
Open the throttle
To go get sum more
When the plug hit my phone
Cause I can't even sleep
Without poppin
caressin’
I am a star, no Texans
Back from the dead, resurrecting
Don’t ever come in my section (never)
I got way too many blessings (blessings)
Life a movie
Ben looked at his watch shook his head
We may make Atlanta but we'll all be dead
The train was flyin' by the troublin' switch
Without any warning
the ground
Pounding in my veins
The purple sun
The rolling wheels
To spin then run to the dead machines
And if by dawn you're waiting still
Meet me by
liberating our souls
Panther party alchemist, activist kicking knowledge and common sense
In the union of inner circles, I circle Ouroboros Dragons
Breathing
Danville dead"
'Cause he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour
The whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand
Nietzsche
God ain't dead, he look like Mr. A.S.K.
You hear him when you play my CDs
Adam Smith done roll in grave
When I played that Ouija
Shit, Mr. Streamer
Dressed up in a union jack
He's over the edge, oh, over the edge
Don't drive me over the edge of it
Woman, you are gonna drive me
Totally over
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