Letras:
Mother Mother Train Of Thought

you know what you got? Jump on my train My little train of thought The season's shifting From cool to hot Jump on my train My little train, my train of thought

you know what you got? Jump on my train My little train of thought The season's shifting From cool to hot Jump on my train My little train, my train of thought

in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember way back, the weak weed they had Too many seeds in the trey bag I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin

lifting from the fallen row on row In 1861 they prayed for god to keep their souls Jimmy left home in April, that was one year to the day Writes his mother

mother She's always welcome round here That Is providing she can keep tier mouth shut And doesn't interfere And I will for want of a better word Love you more than words ever say Though

and cars, and fresh-cut lawns aren't dreams when they become real. And somehow I understood what my mother meant by "Good morning, Columbus." And even if my mother

stiff that's all, like a board I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill But then I jump out knife swinging all about And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother

live, you can't live, ain't nothin sweet Bitch ass niggas think its all about Versace A week later them niggas talkin about (Yo, X got me) I thought he

best to talk but his mouth could hardly move And the mother had to turn her face away. "Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war You thought it