[Verse 1: Boom-bap female MC, sharp flow, crisp snare] Twelve years on the late train, I'm the voice above your head Every stop from Jay Street out to where the tracks go dead I don't hold the doors for nobody, that's the job, it's not a grudge Watched a banker beg the rubber and I still ain't gonna budge Then there's Marcus, my ex, the one who swore that he would change Ran around on me with half the girls who ride this train Every night at eleven fifty-two he's sprintin' down the stairs Every night I shut it in his face and I don't even care [Hook: Boom-bap female MC, full force] Stand clear of the closing doors I don't hold it, not for you no more You can run, I heard it all before Stand clear of the closing doors [Verse 2: Boom-bap female rapper, colder, fat bass] He be wavin' at the window like I owe that man a ride Bangin' on the glass while all my riders laugh inside Then a Tuesday in October there's a stroller in the gap And the doors bounce back and Marcus slides in smooth like that Car to car he's tellin' strangers that I'm cold and that I'm mean Says I left him on the platform, worst conductor ever seen Then he grabs the pole and grins at me like he just won the race But the mic is on my wall, and now he's standin' in my space [Bridge: Boom-bap female MC, multisyllable chain, one rhyme for eight bars] Next stop, the night you told me you was workin' at the station Next stop, the girl from Fulton in your phone with no relation Next stop, the ring you sold to pay a Vegas weekend vacation Next stop, your mama's house, you begged that woman for a donation Next stop, the gym you never joined, the fake dedication Next stop, the car you wrecked and blamed it on my navigation Ladies on this car, keep your eyes on him, he's workin' a situation This train is runnin' express and you just missed your destination [Hook: Boom-bap female MC, full force] Stand clear of the closing doors I don't hold it, not for you no more You can run, I heard it all before Stand clear of the closing doors [Verse 3: Boom-bap female MC, slow and sure, punchy kick] Now the whole car's on its feet, a grandma hollerin' amen Teenagers got the phones up, it's on every screen by ten Marcus pressed against the door and beggin' me to let him out First time in twelve damn years I hold it open, there's no doubt I said watch your step, the gap between the train and you is wide Only thing you're takin' off is all the shit you tried to hide Then I shut it nice and slow and watched him shrinkin' on the stair And I hit the horn two times like a kiss into the air [Final Hook: Boom-bap female MC, full force, crisp snare] Stand clear of the closing doors I don't hold it, not for you no more You can run, I heard it all before Stand clear of the closing doors [End]
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