The eight-fifteen is the worker's train, The eight-fifteen, and I'm off again, The eight-fifteen is an awful pain; Wish I didn't have to travel on
The days are better, the nights are still so lonely Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road Watching
The days are better the nights are still so lonely Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road Watchin
Пераклад: Cab Calloway. Рабочы цягнік.
Пераклад: Цягнік. Кабіна.
days are better the nights are still so lonely Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road Watchin
driving driving With some place to go, I'd steer myself But I don't have a route Looking onto men, no ice cream man Beaches filled with sand While the TV trays
her back I want the world to know I couldn't let her go, so I, I held a cab I took a plane, I hopped a train I had to let her know, it's been so difficult
matter to me, sweety I'll fuck you on the A train while I write graffiti In a restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven In a cab or the back of 7-11
cop on us See us in the hood they know we got the glocks on us poppin' 'em off Niggas call me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off Training day, you
, yeah Take a flight to London sing my song Bring me back to New York that's where I get paid Dance with the ladies all night long Take the train to
go, caress my tip slow To the tempo, instrumental Real simple when you fuckin with a pimp doe Get involved in the backseat Let's have me in the cab
glock in the stash, slabs and copped in the trash still stop and i laugh, ma put them rock in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab play
whole basket out Send her home with her ass ripped out and her back hurtin' She wanna act like she don't know why her back hurtin' Cab fare no, hope your train
It's a garbage truck hour, I'm sleeping in the shower I'm feeling like I'm waiting on a train By the sounds from my bed I think somebody's bled All over
