So blow your whistle freight train Take me far on down the track I'm going away, I'm leaving today I'm goin', but I ain't comin' back So blow your whistle
don't deny my name Got no place to go, ain't that a shame? Thought I heard that KC whistle Moaning sweet and low Thought I heard that KC when she blow
I hear it ev'rywhere Rags, bones with old city songs Hear them, how they talk to me Trolley car rings out the morning The whistle blows at noon A cat
'clock on a cold, cold morning The big bell wailed as if on cue A woman's scream was heard And the news came afterwards "It's a blow out down in Number
be stealin them [Vigilante] You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next? Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow
got the balls to play Better not look at all this weight No not this way But if they ever fizzle to the gristle Blow the whistle on the Swizzle, it'
All the things they invent and how the house is so immaculate They paid missiles, my family's eating gristle Then they get upset when the press blows the whistle
Oh yeah, oh oh yeah Arthur J. did indicated The boulevard would never be So full of love and life again (Yeah) I'm sick of all your whistling Hot as
the Ref To Throw the Flag Blow the Whistle Cuz Your Style's Out of Date That's a Foul on the Plate and Your Words Don't Hurt cuz I'm Flyin Out the Way
keep your jealousy and your snide remarks to yourself You know that I'm not seeing anybody else You just keep your ear down to the ground Yell your head
or night I'm on the street midtown New York City Let me stop praise your name I need room to breath I got to feel your peace; I want to feel your ease
or night I'm on the street midtown New York City Let me stop praise your name I need room to breath I want to feel your peace; I got to feel your ease
see that girl, it's all women invited Hair do's and nails, that Louwwie, Chanel all up in the body President's in my wallet, no rules I'm bout it Blow the whistle
to the rizzle, I'm so official all I need is A whistle, bitch named Crystal let her suck my pistol she opened up Her mouth and then I blow her brains
mornin' On the early train Well I could say, "Everything's all right" And I could pretend and say, "Goodbye" Got your ticket, got your suitcase Got your
12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 270 the Natural Bridge road I'm already blowed, get thurr I'm a get blowed some