I Shot Ya Down x Isaiah Rashad

The first part of this two-volume series collects cuts from the many New York street groups who recorded for the Bronx female impresario Zelma Sanders's various doo-wop and soul labels throughout the late 1950s and `60s. The vintage set includes the Pre-Teens' ska-sounding "What Makes Me Love You Like I Do," future soul star Justine "Baby" Washington's "There Must Be a Reason," and the Kodaks' rocking "Don't Want No Teasing."

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Train Car Boat or Plane
written by Zelma Sanders and Justine Washington
performed by The Climbers
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train car boat or plane
train car boat or plane
train car boat or plane
train car boat or plane

take me home to the island
I was happy over there
take me home to the island
I don't want to be alone

I was happy on the island
my first love still lives there
so I'll be on the island
where it's better and so fair

I love you darling
waiting
you'll be so happy to see me again
train car boat or plane
to be in your lovin' arms again

got a letter from my little one
doesn't say there is someone new
so I'm packing up this evening
sorry that I can't take you

I love you darling
waiting
you'll be so happy to see me again
train car boat or plane
to be in your lovin' arms again

I got a letter from my little one
doesn't say there is someone new
so I'm packing up this evening
sorry that I can't take you

train car boat or plane
train car boat or plane
train car boat or plane
train car boat or plane
train car boat or plane
train car boat or plane
train car boat or plane
train car boat or plane

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The Climbers - Train Car Boat or Plane (ALL IN/1957)

10 - Lil Shadow - On My Own (DatPiff Exclusive)

04 - Franchise - Stars And Unicorns (Prod Big Jerm) (DatPiff Exclusive)

Lyrics:
Cold room, neon buzzes sick,
Restless pressure under my skin.
I snap the chains of daytime quick —
I tear loose; I break right in.

I spit today’s whole schedule out,
Your rules don’t run me.
My game’s the one that’s on the board,
I roll that dice—I don’t bleed. See?

I just do my own damn thing,
My deal, my will—
I keep it still.
You get the stab, you get the punch,
You’re the one down the stairs in a crunch.
Your misery leaves me chill.
Who cares, bro?
Life’s only one bad play,
One stage act with no soul anyway.

I just do my own damn thing,
My own deal, my own will —
I keep it still.
You get the stab, you get the punch,
You’re the one down the stairs in a crunch.
Your misery leaves me chill.
Who cares, bro?
Life’s only one bad play,
One stage act with no soul anyway.

I look the way I look,
I lock you down with my face.
Another body shoved inside,
No air, no light in that place.

Six weeks under psych review —
they map your head, your rage, your scar.
By then you're catalogued and through,
we all know exactly who - or what - you are.

“Who are we?” Filthy question.
You’re a file. You’re a mark. You’re a case.
Good ideas? I don’t care.
I wipe your name right off this place.

“Who? That one? Who? What? Him?”
Figure it out in your own hell.
I keep rolling how I choose.
I set the rules, I ring the bell.

I just do my own damn thing,
My own deal, my own will —
I keep it still.
You get the stab, you get the punch,
You’re the one down the stairs in a crunch.
Your misery leaves me chill.
Who cares, bro?
Life’s only one bad play,
One stage act with no soul anyway.

I just do my own damn thing,
My own deal, my own will —
I keep it still.
You get the stab, you get the punch,
You’re the one down the stairs in a crunch.
Your misery leaves me chill.
Who cares, bro?
Life’s only one bad play,
One stage act with no soul anyway.

You swing a chair?
Then you get isolate.
One move — you’re in that cell.
Done. No debate.

Trouble? We’ve got tons.
You’re gone. Back in your box.
Not happy? Me neither.
Solve your own shocks.

Lucky I’m not you,
And I’ll never be.
I look you in the eyes and thank the night
That your world ain’t home to me.

Cold air.
Dirty ground.
Everything shakes, no mercy around.
I hold control, I set the tone —
This is my floor, my zone, my throne.

I just do my own damn thing,
My own deal, my own will —
I keep it still.
You get the stab, you get the punch,
You’re the one down the stairs in a crunch.
Your misery leaves me chill.
Who cares, bro?
Life’s only one bad play,
One stage act with no soul anyway.

I just do my own damn thing,
I just do my own damn thing,
My own deal, my own will.
I keep it still.
I keep it still.
I keep it still.

My Floor, My Rules

Mac Miller EXTRA EXTRA Feat Rapsody   Halo

My God (prod. by Young Bicycle)

Remembering the life and artistry of Malcolm "Mac Miller" McCormick through his lifelong friends and colleagues in the music industry.

10 - Lil Shadow - On My Own (DatPiff Exclusive)

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