Keep your eyes on me all the times) You gotta let me run the show (I'm a trained professional) Make him roar, beg for more Not too much, get down boy You're used to your
're standing with your suitcase But you can't step on the train Everything's the way that you left it I still haven't slept yet And if you're covering your
come, easy go, that's just how you live Oh, take, take, take it all but you never give Should've known you was trouble from the first kiss Had your eyes
rusted automobiles Singing, ?Good morning, America, how are you? Don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late Your train left, mascara and egg smeared on your
me Pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and Baby, we'll live a hell of a life Never in your wildest dreams Never in your wildest dreams, in your
How many times I wondered But it still comes out the same No matter how you look at it or think of it You just got to do your own thing, oh, yes I
at your style, they ain't really got nothing on And you out, and you ain't got nothing on Baby, you the whole package, plus you pay your taxes And you
what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz talk shit
picture me gritty, P. Diddy 'bout to run in your house The gun's with me, put one in your mouth Now, picture me dressed in white linen while your life
of ya'll Is misled and underfied Hey, what can I say, I'm a little vain Now all aboard if you ridin' my train Choo, chooo, throw it up and represent your
each channel with the Iverson handle Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle Can't slay Rob, how
believe in me You know I got the best love That you ever had Tell me how it feels to know You'll never get it back Baby tell me how our train Never
Look at your style they ain't really got nothing on And you out and you ain't got nothing on Baby you the whole package plus you pay your taxes And
