Agile - Thought Train lyrics

[Choclair] {Solitair} (Niya Melodie) Yo, yeah All abord, hop aboard {One stop} one, two all abord! (One stop) one, two yeah Grey clouds don't follow no more No low and high pressures, no perfect storm No monkeys on the back Eased off the liquor, give my liver a dap And eased off these n***as that talking that shat Cuz nuff cats pack then they die by gats Is that self defense, or Common Sense Kids with the dreams of a life sentence No food or rent, but the shoes are sick And chicks with six kids from six dicks It's like equilibrium shifts (nah nah), horizontally walking Spending there days f**ing and skylarking What the f** are you hearing in your walkman? Chiznock man, yo, he soft man Don't hate homie, I'm just like you I hustled my sh** dog, just like you Not on the corner From an office on the corner with a window looking out on Toronto Yeah I built my wealth, don't hate on me homie I built myself, now I'm on the top of Greanhouse Lamped out, treed out Sometimes its even hard to get theses words out Yo, pa** the muchies and leave out, on my train CHORUS x2 [Solitair] Night train, one stop Hold your ground, never be first to back down {Nya Melodie} Night train, one stop Hold your ground, never be first to back down [Choclair] Now when good things come to an end What you learn you take Then you learn to make Those moves in this world of cake Five layer stack, with your bill fold fat Now you own the place Number one every summer, never runner up Cuz you always up one (one) Don't try to calculate what you can't done Get over, before you get crushed over It's like the world's on my shoulders And I won't buckle, I got miles to go But if my tank hits low (hits low) Yo I call in the squad That comes through like Bush on Saddam And it ain't the same Greenhouse battleships leathered out with wood grain And I changed the game sh** stain protect the mic for when you came So you don't salt the next man's name So grab your wings and fly Grab your ice and whips And your hoes and clique, and just get Cuz coming against Chox is just brainless Big cat I'll box cut your main with, John Dears So you better write a Dear John, your career's gone See I prolonged, watching n***as getting hauled off in Cop cars (yeah) I don't claim King, I claim Circle T-dot-O, anything 49 parallel and North Anyting that you want, Choclair you got n***as b**hing, but the yipping is the sound fo they bark Throw you taughtt the Dogg Pound, let Kurupt go smack you around The boss back in town Get my chair, where's my liquor b**h don't lecture me bout my state and my mind Cuz my minds on my money and my monies on my mind Yeah, all abord... my train of thoughts CHORUS x2