Lyrics:
Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five
to the are double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah
E-v-e, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, double R what
Five, four, three, two, one
Leggo! (watch me)
Level up, level up, level up, level up, level up
Level up, level up, level up, level up, level up
Yo this is the Wreck League
We 'bout to wreck things in the nine-five
AIYYO'! We gotta set this off!
We gotta set this off, Wreck League, bring it
To write a series of essays defending the new United States Constitution
Entitled The Federalist Papers
The plan was to write a total of twenty-five essays
left me
And two, two, two for my family
And three, three, three for my heartache
And four, four, four for my headaches
And five, five, five for
We're lost in music
Caught in a trap
No turnin' back
We're lost in music
We're lost in music
Feel so alive
I quit my nine to five
We're lost
is five, if Man is five, if Man is five
Then the Devil is six, then the Devil is six
Then the Devil is six, the Devil is six
And if the Devil is six
Fe
I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe
When you get in Denver, pretty mama, look around for me
The woman I love's 'bout five feet from the ground
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
It's the Ten Duel Commandments
It's the Ten Duel Commandments
Number one
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine
There are ten things you need to know (number one!)
We rowed across the Hudson at dawn
My friend,
O, V-E-are
Ah let me be your L, O, V-E-are
Gotta be your L, O, V-E-R
So this is for the lover in you, the lover in you
I know she's in there
Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low blowers
Illegal cocaine growers
Starvation, profanity
left me
And two, two, two for my family
And three, three, three for my heartache
And four, four, four for my headaches
And five, five, five for
feel a fright.
Single sleeps alone
And I know you don't really mind
Five years by your side
So I know you really don't mind
[Chorus]
But don't
never caught me
Went up to the arcade, cranked the bass
And then the five-oh chased us from the place
Hop on the railroad, play the conductor
one and go to Earth through the fax machine
My number's Seven-Oh-Nine Seven-Five-Five Six-E-L-Three
Computer File: Nine-Three
Digital level,
condoms humpin on Ampex
My number 2-7-5-49-69 disconnected
My first black robot,
space connected while you listen to Keith Sweat (meow)
Your brain is
We're lost in music
Caught in a trap
No turnin' back
We're lost in music
We're lost in music
Feel so alive
I quit my nine to five
We're lost
Radio, TV, and even the press
That was the meanin of V-A-P-O-R-S
The meanin' of this word without no doubt
Means nobody wanna be down when you're
is five, if Man is five, if Man is five
Then the Devil is six, then the Devil is six
Then the Devil is six, the Devil is six
And if the Devil is six
baby
Hit her five times in the coupe, Mercedes, whoopsie dai-, yeah
Oops, baby
Gravy hit my bitch, yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just tried to hit, it's my
game|Three|Were gonna be best of friends|Spread the love countdown and begin|Four|Never give up the secret|Five|Always independent|Six|Everybody fall in|Spread
smile back
Cactus Jack drinks coffee black
Tells me it's my lucky day
Five o'clock in the Texas morning
I come a long, long way
Well, she left me cold
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