
Freight Train Kush Mody (Ft. Anderson .Paak)
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[Verse 1]
Wake me when it's over
I just wanna get my peace up on the hill
Motherfuckers wanna take me for a joke, I'm way too fly for a bum deal
Now, if you got a briefcase full of motives
I can't deal with ya if I can't build with ya
Need to get a leash for your black cobra
Need to get my back covered in a shield
Dead 'em all! That'd be the greatest
Clear the room out till it's vacant
I'mma need a coat for the cold shoulder, runnin' like a freight train down hill
[Hook]
Always runnin' like a freight train, oh me, oh my
Always runnin' like a freight train, oh my
Always runnin' like a freight train, oh me, oh my
Always runnin' like a freight train, oh my
[Verse 2]
Right before the evening, lightning in a bottle
Hot hands to the ceiling, the truth is a hard swallow
I can hear the ring before the wake-up call
When you're riding on my heels
There's a rock to rest my head upon, but I always keep a eye peeled
Dead 'em all! Cause you can't take it
Heaven waits but you'll never make it
Say a prayer for the weak hearted, runnin' like a freight train down here
Wake me when it's over
I just wanna get my peace up on the hill
Motherfuckers wanna take me for a joke, I'm way too fly for a bum deal
Now, if you got a briefcase full of motives
I can't deal with ya if I can't build with ya
Need to get a leash for your black cobra
Need to get my back covered in a shield
Dead 'em all! That'd be the greatest
Clear the room out till it's vacant
I'mma need a coat for the cold shoulder, runnin' like a freight train down hill
[Hook]
Always runnin' like a freight train, oh me, oh my
Always runnin' like a freight train, oh my
Always runnin' like a freight train, oh me, oh my
Always runnin' like a freight train, oh my
[Verse 2]
Right before the evening, lightning in a bottle
Hot hands to the ceiling, the truth is a hard swallow
I can hear the ring before the wake-up call
When you're riding on my heels
There's a rock to rest my head upon, but I always keep a eye peeled
Dead 'em all! Cause you can't take it
Heaven waits but you'll never make it
Say a prayer for the weak hearted, runnin' like a freight train down here
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