Singer: J. Cole
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Song: Run A Train
J. Cole - Run A Train Lyrics (LRC) (04:02-242-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:24.40]Fuck do you know 'bout my passion?
[00:26.70]Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?
[00:29.40]Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle?
[00:32.20]Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?
[00:35.30]They say the Lord's timing is divine
[00:37.30]And I walk with Him, so that explains mine
[00:39.80]Cole, deep down, you may find all that pain creates a strange bond
[00:43.30]Slums connected like the drums in a bass line
[00:46.10]Petrified of death and poverty, I chase mine
[00:49.00]Like breathalyzer tests, I'm tryna walk a straight line
[00:51.80]Meditating for a better state in my deranged mind
[00:54.70]'Til I saw the Buddha pose and realized he throwin' gang signs
[00:57.40]I guess the lesson is you can't escape crime
[01:00.50]Even when the strays flying, I remain calm
[01:03.40]Fayettenam, you my heart, but at the same time
[01:06.40]If I'm being honest, I can feel that flame dying
[01:10.10]Uh, so I'm ridin' through the city streets, reaching for a memory to hang on
[01:17.20]Goin' backwards like a penalty to see a younger me, but that day's gone
[01:22.90]Wild times, looking up at cloud nine, how high can Jermaine climb?
[01:28.10]Remember when they ain't respond when you hollered?
[01:30.50]Funny how a few dollars can change minds
[01:33.80]Fuck do you know 'bout my passion? (Na, na, na, na, na)
[01:37.00]Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?
[01:39.50]Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle? (Na, na, na, na, na)
[01:42.50]Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?
[01:45.40]Ten toes is down on the pavement (Na, na, na, na, na)
[01:48.30]Umbrellas don't stop no rain
[01:50.50]Niggas, they die every day, so (Na, na, na, na, na)
[01:53.40]Fuck the world, let's run a train
[01:55.80]Since as a pipsqueak, lean on survival instincts
[01:58.40]On backstreets, where they're tearing up hearts like them guys in *NSYNC
[02:01.10]Codeine in they soda, dirty popping, plus how the ends meet
[02:03.90]We're serving rock on deserted blocks, tryna cause a frenzy
[02:06.70]To profit quickly, I'm passin' by, my pockets empty
[02:09.60]Tryna to make a legal dollar seem harder than guarding Wemby
[02:12.40]When you're hardly six feet tall, if somehow I could ball
[02:15.50]I better work hard on my handles 'cause niggas gon' try to rip me
[02:18.20]Don't wanna R.I.P., but if I leave, know God'll lift me
[02:21.20]I'd rather sit inside a Bentley and be the owner like providin' kidneys
[02:25.20]I know the love does not extend deep
[02:27.00]I choose my homies wisely, seen too many die from friends' beef
[02:30.00]Big dreams to change the world back when I ride a ten-speed
[02:32.90]Youthful delusion thinkin' through music I could end grief
[02:35.80]When too many bodies get piled up in these riv...........
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