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Steel Train Blue

've seen your eyes and I am finding out how to get by without you I walk these streets with a lonely sky And baby, I get by but it was you all along Blue

around Referees in blue, who's next to go down Count 1, 2 and homie can't get up Somebody tore his shit up, his trainer's all fed up I'm better, I swear

own By the sweat of my brow From my four-wheel drive to my cowboy boots I owe it all to my blue collar roots I feel like I'm workin' overtime on a runaway train

lo, popo know my steelo Who seen Killa cop? Nigga's rolling C-Lo Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain Fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train

last Placed on my prose Nocturnal with my journal, a wordplay professor The aggressor, resembling soda cans under pressure I'm shakin' but not stirred, deterrent from my train

late train to my lost love. Faster, hammers! Faster, hammers! Chatter down the tracks, you thumb tack smiley skull teeth, ticking 5 dollar throwaway pianos past! A late train

Well the train slipped into the station A worn out steel blue soul A relic from colonial days When the French were still in control Lorsque les Francais

on some street where someone is cursing what they've done and walking quickly toward the train cold and dejected in a brightly lit steel frame please

on some street where someone is cursing what they've done and walking quickly toward the train cold and dejected in a brightly lit steel frame please