MARS ILL - Panes & Trains lyrics

rate me

(feat. Blueprint, Pigeon John)

[Verse 1: Pigeon John]

I live on the road, a modern day hobo

Trained to eat quick and expect the low blow

Get what you can from a dried up hole

In the land of the lost, cowboys in the sand

And my soul is the coal, and my life is the flame

And it's burning to earn all the lights and the fame

And it's turning to ash every step towards cash

And I'm losing it fast so I mash on the gas

But it's too late

My fate is a broken-hearted freshman even before my first date

And I smile at my call, another yes, yes y'all

With every summer, there's fall

So I just rock in my chair while they rock to the beat

A whole trainload of fresh meat

And it's so sweet how they dream, their young hearts beam

But they really don't know what it means, but they will though...

[Hook]

(There by subway train)Another day booked, I'm a fish on a hook now

(There by subway train)It's too late to turn out my ride 'til I die now

(There by subway train)Hitching a ride into town with my hands out

(There by subway train)I gotta go now, gotta go now, gotta go now...

[Verse 2: Manchild]

Took my car to the MARTA station, train to the airport

Feet to the bare floor, fists to declare war

Fame as a flare, tore pain from your stare

Used the game as a springboard, my name's at your in-store

Kick to the snare drum, get here to there, son

They stick to the chair like chicks that get their hair done

Spit this to spare none, rhyme liquid in rare form

Commit to prayer born, brought heat to stay warm

Rap is my two cents, backed by the movement

Sacrificed my words to give you Pigeon John and Blueprint

Pleased just to thank you, hang with a strange few

Five to the Deepspace, stay the same just to change you

Pen to the notepad, mind to the starshine

Knee to the groundwork, 'cause right now is our time

Plane to the down south, MARTA to the train stop

Walked to the car and drove back to the block...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Blueprint]

Are we there yet? Let me know, I'm feeling restless

From traveling up what feels like stair steps

And I hope it doesn't make me weak when I start to question

How far I'm willing to go to deliver this message

But the point of no return is where we're all at

It's easier to push forward than to go back

And since I can't go back to life before rap

I'ma play this game and boost all my stats

I was born at a time when you earned respect

For the rhyme and the way you made words connect

Not the money that you made or the girls you sexed

A concept you obviously haven't heard of yet

I did more shows in a month than you did in your life

Ate gas station food, stayed up late nights

Met a couple women that I'd like to make my wife

And realized that I'd travel anywhere for mics...