Will you hold me tight and not let go? Like a love song on the radio And now your song is on repeat And I’m dancin' on to your heartbeat And when you’re gone, I feel incomplete So if you want the truth I just wanna be part of your symphony Before all I

You're all killers. I have found the strength of gods in me. This is so unstoppable. Hard as nails, Hook that holds, Reach down and find the strength of many in you. Always fucking pushing me,

Take me to your river I wanna know Oh, I wanna come near and give ya Every part of me But there's blood on my hands And my lips aren’t clean Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know

(Ohhhh, yeah yeah yeah yeah) You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgment day (Ahh, soon there be comin the judgment day) Yes, uhh, breathe with me

Oh don't lean on me man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City You know my Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man 'Cause you ain't got time to check it Is outta sight she's all right A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Hey

Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies Fuck 'em, fuck sleep, come clean, zoning Fuck 'em, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin' Blunt smoke,

We all need somebody to lean on Lean on me, when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long 'Til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on You just call on me brother, when you need a hand I just might have a problem

You're an S.M.F. REPEAT CHORUS Black sheep of the family, nothing like the rest Separate from the others, failing all their tests Can't they see you're different, so hungry and so lean You're a walking wonder, you're a metal machine Look and you'll see

You could be a black bird On a country street Hiding from the world with a broken wing But you better believe, you gonna fly with me You could be a songbird from the New Orleans You're gonna fly Scared of the rain just scared to sing But you better

Good morning, America How are you? Say don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail