Tekst :

Drunk and stoned
Took a hit down by the train track
I hear the whistle s song
This broken kid...

He made a big dash
He learnt quick to get along
A change of time
Packed up and left
Goodbye the train track
You re lucky if I do
We ll go west
And get some big cash
We re lookin back to see the way
Just keep a movin

You keep away I say
You got to change your backdrop
You got to keep a base
She was tall, a lookin up
From the bottom of a beer glass
It s too insane, in my blood
My hand is showin like a road map
So I got on to catch a breeze
I hated to go back
But when I think
of all those times I just love the highlife
Just keep a rollin Just
keep a movin I say
You got to change your backdrop
You got to keep a base

I said, oh it s so clear
Oh it s so clear
Oh it s so clear

Said, I said

If you crawl to get on up
You re gonna level and get there
The feeling s gone
And you better get cleaned up
Start thinkin of a new thing
Cause now I see the other said
I done paid back, yes I did
This ain t livin on a train track
On a train track

(VS Dj Maxwell)

E una bambolina
Si difende come puo
Dietro alla vetrina
Dei suoi no no no no...
Pero un tipo come lei
Non l ho incontrato mai
E una bambolina
Che fa no no no no
E cosi carina
Ma fa no no no no
E gia un tipo come lei
Non l...

Well on your marks and get set
and cant forget to go
incase you didn t know the flow if fat like Joe(like Joe)
yo..you niggedy know that Im back man
your wack man/I eat a nigga like I m pacman
I biggedy bring it/straight...

When i try to the right you always put me down you re always on my back why do you hang around? you can t see beyond your nose what s making you so blind the rules you make, those you break this is your last warning it isn t...

How many wrong turns can I make
I d give a million dollars just to see her smile
on top of me
But if she won t give it up
well that s O.K
I never liked that drunk ass bitch anyway
When she does it s on there
she goes
she s pissin on my floor
How many...

Long days have been thereafter
Inching forward closer into the fires
Of self-indulgence of an empire wasted
Outside it s falling from it s grace

Is this all we have to show
The falling of a dynasty of sacred
Out of past into unkown
It s in the cards but it s out of my hands

Bleeding dry...