111 Lyrics

This is a 111th street bound 7 local train

The next stop is

3 In the morning weed addiction

My fiend twitching

Team bitching

Before the quarantine it seemed distant

Shit I ain't perfect either

I found some love in Jamaica so I ain't working either

Cause last years outcome probably was a Beamer

Hilfiger each season for every Tommy Dreamer

And sandman's vision been stagnant

God forbid we take it back to days when we ain't have shit

The plot gets tragic

Bomber Jackets from Flushing Meadows

For little bad kids out from karate practice

Caught glimpse of my future through some of my actions

Though some had intentions

Others were accidents

Fascinated with lavishness

Posted with Q at Madison

Always would let me borrow his pieces but never have the shit

Compromise at the time though we were seeking more

Optimize our lives through lines

Let the speakers show our growth

Let reception show our worth

Let the system hand our cards

Numb it out because it hurts

Let temptation show our flaws

As long as we stay alert

Any moment could go wrong

All this shit could be reversed

Still no matter where we are

I promise it's for the Hurst

Every sentence every verse

I'm indebted til the dirt

Least you gotta gift from God

Hope that it got some perks

Somebody called me a star

Hope that they bought some merch

Doubt it tho

I might catch this train down to 111

Maybe get my funds right

I might catch this train down to 111

Maybe get my funds

I might catch this train down to 111

Maybe get my funds right

I might catch this train down to 111

Maybe get my funds

I might catch this train down to 111

Maybe get my funds right

I might catch this train down to 111

Maybe get my funds

I might catch this train down to 111

Maybe get my funds right

I might catch this train down to 111

Maybe get my funds

The next and last stop is 111th street

Stand clear of the closing doors please