Lyrics:
and twenty-five sacks of mail
They're all out on the southbound odyssey
And the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls past the houses, farms and fields
Passin'
The weight has been lifted
I buried the knife (buried)
Here comes the elephant carried by mice
Here to marry the mic (marriage)
The one tusk cut
sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no
[D]riders,
Three con[Bm]ductors, and t[A]wenty five sacks of [D]mail.
We're all [Bm]out on the southbound odyssey,
As the [F#m]train pulls out
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
All
sacks of mail
All along a southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' towns that have no name
street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle
Catch it and why Hollywood
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that
I'm a human with a crutch
I treat music like a drug
Drink kombucha by the jug
If you ain't got bubbles you in trouble
I'm a sack of flesh and bones
my time is up imma give it all I got
And turn my dreams to reality on the way to the top
My generation full of it, they're stuck in their pain
Trying
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
All
Gorbachev, I'm tearing down these walls bitch
Middle finger flipped up in the halls bitch
So much swag I'm hated by the mall kids
Random burst
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
All
someone a baggin' a bag full of friend zones and open the door
And I handle the bread and the bake while I’m toasting
I got dreams, I got powers
I’ve been
I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my
sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my game off into amphetamines
Looked around
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