Night train Not a knife throw from here you can hear the night train passing That's the sound somebody makes when they're getting away Leaving next week's hanging jury far behind them Prisoner only of the choices they've made Ice cube in a dark drink

So bury me in memory His smile's your rope So wrap it tight around your throat Stop burning bridges, and drive off of them So I can forget about you Light that smoke, that one for giving up on me And one just 'cause they'll kill you sooner than my

Full of things to look back on Don't forget the little moments They're the ones that mean the most When the way home seems so far away Take 'em out and hold them close And take a picture with your father 'Cause one day he'll be gone And don't forget to

All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse But after all I've said, please don't forget Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

Where are the dreams that we once had? This is the time to bring them back. What were the promises caught On the tips of our tongues? Do we forget or forgive? There's a whole other life waiting to be lived when One day we're brave enough To talk with

Yes I understand I done came a long way From huggin them corners to appearin on TV From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy But it's not, it's a whole lot of bullshit involved And truthfully, I'd rather be

Where are the dreams that we once had? This is the time to bring them back. What were the promises caught On the tips of our tongues? Do we forget or forgive? There's a whole other life waiting to be lived when One day we're brave enough To talk with

I got, I got, I got, I got options You the, you the, you the, you the top one So baby, baby, if it ain't a problem Can I get some of your love? I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers But I'd throw them away 'cause I think I might love you

Gucci on my tip (Guwop), nut right on her nipple (bah) Young nigga with them M's (young nigga), I get disrespectful (hey) Treat y'all all the same (yah), none of y'all bitches ain't special (nah) Keep your mouth closed, little bitch I might bless you