[Verse 1 Casso Clay] I took a walk, took a turn, went around the bend Saw my life burn with the summers end And unconscious rendered, I just watched the ember Then I took all this venom, filled up my pen Ive got a lot to give but nothing to lend Watch on my wrist, Im still late again With enemies like this, who needs a friend? Man, I throw them away with the sticks and stems I write a letter, then I stamp and I stick and send I was banged up, now Im on the mend Im back in it, back on it, addicted crack chronic My tonic, never long it on the bonnet cause it just hit In the morning looking rustic, take a sip Take a hit, plus this itll lick Met this chick, she was fit, I was pissed, hitormiss Imma try it, whats the odds, chances? Multiply it Imma start a riot, steam, roast, fry it Dry it, smoke it, losing my focus Hocus pocus, Im a wizard with the potion Roll in slowmotion, I know that theyre hoping For Casso to return again Writing so much that I burnt the pen, but when, where Were you when the sun went down? Sunlight killed off by the darkest cloud And theres rain falling down on my parade And every day it just fades to grey And I fade to black, try to relax and sit back But in fact, every time, Im stopped in my tracks Stopped in my tracks [Hook Casso Clay Rat Boy] But its the same old train, the same old tracks A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks The same old train, the same old tracks A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks The same old train, the same old act A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks The same old train, the same old tracks A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks The same old train, the same old tracks A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks [Verse 2 Rat Boy] When the streetlights go out, this a whole different place Can hear the people talking but cant see their face They dont like me, theyre gonna try get to my case Shouted to me, he gonna put me in my place Now Im running, sweating, the odds against me Are getting slimmer, so Im [?] from the scene Of corrupt man and teens Who wanna take out my two front teeth Fuck me up or get me, ow Well, Im effing and blinding, Im fed up, done trying Fuck off, I aint crying, no, I aint lying No Big Issue for me today I aint buying, quit whining and finding myself Afraid its bad health One day I hope to earn myself a bit of nice wealth Or instead, I might grab a belt and swing from a tree Cause maybe Im fucked in the head like Henry Lee Lucas, serial mass murderer Send me your mixtape, I probably aint heard of ya See a mans want of crime for structure Probably fucked up, young mother, no father I figure, smoke another ciga Dont worry about your arms, the flab makes you look a bit bigger Triggerhappy teen when it came to cumming Now hes chasing kids around like supermarket running Wheres your future at, shopping for young sons at Gap? Maybe shouldve put a johnny on the end of your tat [Hook Casso Clay Rat Boy] But its the same old train, the same old tracks A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks The same old train, the same old tracks A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks The same old train, the same old act A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks The same old train, the same old tracks A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks The same old train, the same old tracks A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks The same old train, the same old tracks A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks The same old train, the same old tracks A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks The same old train, the same old tracks A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks The same old train, the same old tracks A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
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