AllttA, 20 SYL, Mr. J. Medeiros - Choo Choo (fg. III)

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When I’m on the rails
I go choo choo
I go choo choo
I go choo choo
When I’m on the rails
I go choo choo
I go choo choo
I go choo choo
When I’m on the rails, I’m on that train
I got my passengers going insane
It’s like we passing jars of that propane
I’m screaming fire, fire, fire, fire, flames
Fuck that and a bus pass
I’m a need a Dali with a Llama 'cause I must-stash
I’ma need a piece ie: if I must blast
I’ma need peace ea: if I must last
See these days how we must clash damn it is so real
How we must act when there ain’t no reel
Word to the surreal now that’s for reals
Like when our home was on four wheels
When I’m on the rails
I go choo choo
I go choo choo
I go choo choo
When I’m on the rails
I go choo choo
I go choo choo
I go choo choo
Do you gotta ticket?
Well I’m gone click it
Now I’ma tell you where to sit
And you gone sit shit
We going fast we going faster
And when you see your ex man we going passed them
Yeah, let’s take it back to them silly ass sixteens
Saw a man shot in the belly I was sixteen
I ain’t no Pac though my scars are far from a chicken
Saw the spark smelled the powder heard the kids scream
What a graduation party should’ve pat us down
I mean absurd to me security was not around
Nah, absurdity’s the certainty they’ll clap a round
For a diploma and a comma with a the cap in gown
When I’m on the rails
I go choo choo
I go choo choo
I go choo choo
When I’m on the rails
I go choo choo
I go choo choo
I go choo choo
When I’m on the rails, I’m on that train
I got my passengers going insane
It’s like we passing jars of that propane
I’m screaming fire, fire, fire, fire, flames
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, flames