whiskey and rye And singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in
it Five foot three, light brown skin Comin' from the University Nice style, lookin' kinda lovely Didn't know she had much game Down to ride out, even take the train
Send a telegram Tell me your thoughts I want to live for a day And the way that we lost But it was under the train Got crissed not crossed Left the keys
dress Now she's longin' for the pines Watch my troubles all unwind Drinkin' gasoline and wine Catch a chill off the stove On the train they cannot feel Lost
I had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Had my tray
we still running But the bad bad boyz is still coming Nobody wanna start this revolution How could they be some soldiers you ain't neva been in no war The end of it, been training
't stop till I piece this puzzle. I'm a go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the road to be real, give 'em a deal, train 'em to kill, haters
a dick because they can't fade me And if it came down to the gun, black I never cracked up on the pressure 'cause I was trained for combat So get yo
,desperado oooo Im a ghetto soldier,good man sing ooooo Im a ghetto soldier,how white sing ooooo yes, a ghetto soldier,black man sing oooooo PAPOOSE: The soldiers get trained
sometimes Caught in bad vibrations And it seems, you've lost your drive And your destination If you feel that life's passing by, passing by Catch the train
clearin' First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin' Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin' [Chorus - Pharrell] It's me or you, or them or us Lost
why I?m hot This is why I?m hot I don't gotta rap I can sell a mill Sayin' nothing on the track I represent New York I got it on my back And they can say that we lost
Ooh, the ghost of a steam train echoes down my track It's at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round Playground kids and creaking swings Lost
Train entering the city I lost myself and never came back Took a trip 'round the world and never came back Black silhouettes, criss-crossed tracks, never
his jo And mickey's got a wife And here's to jerry He has got his joyce And me, I'm shaking In my boots tonight For the daughters and the sons Lost
dead Raging waves with no name Raining pain, distorted face, placing blame Hyper judging all the time Lost my mind on the train, running from the insane
head up everywhere Keep myself right on this train I'm the underdog, live my life on a lullaby Keep myself riding on this train Keep myself riding on this train
thing But, I'm almost done, let me get back to it Whole lot of loud and a little backwood Whole lot of money, big tip I would I put her on the train