bitch who loves fuckin' on a airplane I even got a bitch off Soul Train I got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz Long ends, I got a bitch who's broke as
quiz I gotta show 'cause I'm livin' in the showbiz Outta the Limo, to the plane in the pourin' rain I hate flyin' but there's no time for slow trains
all she wrote You starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late Your train
community can live greatly Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah I remember those days when we was dead broke And I could barely find a dollar for a token Hop in the train
Keys] (Baby Cham) I remember those days when, we was dead broke And, I could barely find a, dollar for a token Hop in the train just to get where
revealed as the ocean maid All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you Oh, coins and crosses never know their fruitless worth Cords are broken
of all expression laid Emotion revealed as the ocean maid A clearer future, morning, evenin', nights with you Coins and crosses never know the fruitless worth Cords are broken
Coins and crosses Turn round tailor, assaulting Never know their fruitless worth; all the mornings of the interest shown, presenting one another to the cord, Cords are broken
into a struggle Half way 'cross Alabama The 'hound broke down left us all stranded In downtown Birmingham Straight off bought me a through train ticket
into a struggle Halfway across Alabama And that bow broke down And left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham Right away I bought me a through train
't let go He won't take me back when I come around Says he's sorry then he pulls me out I got a big chain around my neck And I'm broken down like a train
poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train
don't protect my shit other niggas won't Some want me to neglect my shit, take it for a joke? But I'm stayin' on the grind, never goin' back to broke
yours Jealous of yourself, watermelon tellin herself Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin Fendi bag high-willie in jag, gorilla mag Blow you out the back, throw your broke
Momma killed the only 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
{Should we do another one then? Dead right Lets go One, two, three, four} A town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked The night is younger than us Nowhere
, make sure you bring the money This ain't the seventies, I'm far from a jive turkey My circle, it can't be broken, open, cut-throatin', provokin' Record