Train Love

Shawty, shawty, she's so fine (she took the D)
On the New York transit line (she took the N)
If my game was off the track
Ladies and Gentlemen
(Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up)
You're now listening to the sounds of YOD
This song's about this one girl
I wonder if I'll ever see her again
I doubt it
Maybe she'll hear this though

She was on the train looking bad as hell, little Mademoiselle
I got off mad enough to yell (fuck!)
Down to smack up, cut, and spray something
'Cause she gave me the eyе and I ain't say nothing
No, I probably won't catch her in that hood again (nope)
And now my mind's haunted by what could'vе been (damn)
Could've had a nice life or a kid together
Might eat at me forever
I'm crying

For that horse, I was eyeing on the Iron Horse
And didn't speak up, took a giant loss
Could've been my best friend or my BM
True love on the BMT, West End
Every single day I hope that she on the train
But my love derail, to no avail
What was she like?
Well, I don't know her that well

All I know is
She took the L
She took the G
She took the F
And then the D
The N
Heard she even did the B and the J (okay)
Went express on the A (aye)
I play the Cee Lo, real local with trips
Only thing better is a 4, 5 and a 6

God Damn, she was fine (oh my God)
All the time I press rewind in my mind
Wish she could be mine
Probably the flyest feline I ever saw on the D-Line (she's up there)
The dopest Ethiopian
World moving in slow motion when the door closes
And she walks out, never to be seen again
My man, she was higher than a ten (word?)
Bad hoes had me scurred

And the ones that I did talk to were some Grade-A birds (mmut)
Kicked the tune real awkward too
Like imma be mad at myself later if I don't talk to you
This ain't even G
You see, sometimes I forget, off the train, at Broadway-Lafayette
Chase her down like I've got something to sell ('scuse me, miss)
My mom be giving me hell

I took the L
She took the G
She took the F
And then the D
The N
Heard she even did the B and the J (okay)
Went express on the A (aye)
I play the Cee Lo, real local with trips
Only thing better is a 4, 5 and a 6

Take me back to my old way
You ever say nothing to a girl and be mad the whole day
And the next day, like, look at the mess I made
Imagine feeling that way for a decade
I'm fucked up, you can thank society
Was crippled by social anxiety
Made me way shy

I would write mad verses, but in person couldn't even say hi
This where my life gets rougher
I take the train same time every day in search of her
Now she's back with her mother, now I'm realizing that I love her
And I don't even know the bitch
Make me wanna throw a fit (what the fuck!)
She's the one that got away
And I'm the one that got a way with words, yet I said shit

Take a cue for me, try not to catch an L, and don't do E
Gotta get the W, it's as easy as 123
Queen chicks 7 or better, the sunset girls know who we are, no Zs
Make M still take the shuttle, on the deuce, on the four
On the two, bumping Skepta, playing three times dope on the scepter
Straight Future on the martyr out in GA
You know Old Droog run the MTA
Straight up
(When I feel low, I've nowhere to go she'll be my inspiration)

Aye cap
Look like the guys I was on the train with one time
You ever been on a train? Know what I mean? Train?