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

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