Train Ride (Iris)

de Jason Mraz

Bushwalla:
I live by the funk and I die by the funk
And I am livin it by the funk and I live
I live by the funk and I die by the funk
And I am livin it by the funk and I live
Well the harmonies they won't be kickin
But these lyrics are so finger lickin
Well yo girls purr like a kitten
She'll be smitten for an ass woopin
And the dope of the rhyme at the scene of the crime
And you cannot forget the weather
Cause I'll be cussing a fuss and forget all that rush
My skin feels like it's pleather
On the fourth of july that is when I might die
But this girl moves like no other
What, I will slip up the fly and then hope she won't cry
And I pray there is no brother
J, why?

Jason:
Cause she is a white girl, in a soul train line
She is a white girl, in a soul train line

Bushwalla:
Now my fingers are really tired
I've been up for three days and wired
This girl reaps of desire
And it's burnin like a motherfuckin wildfire
Now cause the older the ho and the more she may know
And the drink kills off my liver
And the rhyme battles brew everything that you do
And the liquor is killing my system
I am totally stoked on the m.c. Microphone
And a peace to all of my brothers
But the girl got an itch and I hear that she's a bitch
But her brew is like no other, why

Jason:
Cause she is a white girl, in a soul train line
She is a white girl, in a sould train line

Bushwalla:
You so hot

Jason:
Because she can drink a dime from a nickel bag
Yes she can, she can walk like a man
And fuck doing a handstand
American bandstand they could not comprehend
So the soul train was where she fit in
And she did it again and again and again
And if it wasn't for sin
Well they would ask her where it all began
She said Nebraska
On tv on saturday that's where she made enough of her money
To grow up and then move to the city
Greyhound, bus true, grit and real titties
And made her name as the soul train pretty
Train pretty

Together:
Soul train
Soul train
(There's one more round fellas, one more round)
Soul train