come in the store I'm in another island in a bungalow Evisu down to my under close Ate like a cat that was undersold I give and get it back in a hundred
I left home so long ago and it's time to make amends When I left you I was just a child Now I need you but I've gone five hundred miles And I'll find
saga continues cause its do or die The saga continues right before your eyes You know why 'cause I'm ruthless for life I run a hundred miles just so
(Joel Jaffe) Hey look at that train heading down the track And look at that smoke coming out the stack Fifty-five miles an hour, now ain't that speed
t run cold She's got heart and soul like a pot of gold (Yeah yeah) Sees the white lines, when I'm driving blind A hundred more miles and she's right on
the heat went down And that's when I heard that highway sound Cadillac settin' like a ton of lead a hundred and ten a half a mile ahead Cadillac lookin
miles to Memphis Eighteen miles to Memphis Eighteen miles to Memphis Eighteen miles to Memphis Eighteen miles to Memphis Eighteen miles to Memphis Ohh, eighteen miles to Memphis Eighteen miles
me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done A-dealin' cards with
gonna get a shiver when you check out the river Which is four hundred feet straight down Take on some water and the Needleton tank and then I struggle up a two-five
Bill Fries, Chip Davis) Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven miles
I travel on beyond the stars At one hundred and eighty six thousand miles per seconds I can fly Forward a few years to nineteen hundred and seventy
's filthy lesson Heart's filthy lesson There's always the diamond friendly Sitting in the Laugh hotel The heart's filthy lesson With her hundred miles
blue And there's nothing I can do Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles I'm feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell
the rumors went 'round An' said I killed somebody, now how that sound? How could I stomp somebody to death that's bigger than me An' I'm just a hundred an' fifty five
Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand Moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred
the atl at 9:30 no time to waste I got a box of cigarillos began to blaze I hit the interstate pop the hood and caught triple A Six hundred dollars five hundred miles
fallopian tube Ready to face the world ready to say my speech Ready to come out early feet first nigga breeched Uno uno dos tres quattro Drinkin' malt liquor out the baby bottle Five five
Aiyo, we got five minutes, man Yo, yo Brown, sup, man, we got five minutes Imani, let's go, yo, Ro, let's go Devastating rhyme creating, innovating Got