Say Joe what do you know, express Rocstrong be coming in slow

Gliding through the tracks it be coming in smooth

You already gone lose so you better be cool,

say Sally what do you see, Dead man eyes be looking at me

They all coming after me, swear I’m ready, already see that you ain’t hard so you better be

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

I was a 16-year-old Tallaght boy but I always went hard on my liver

And anyone I ended up picking my fights with always seemed to be bigger

If there was ever one thing that my daddy told me

Was to either run like the wind before he out me

Or to run like the ginger bread run cause he couldn’t catch me, couldn’t catch me

Yea I speak a lot and I joke sometimes, helps me to keep the lyrics flowing

I know that there’s talent inside of me but I don’t know if its coming or going

Like the road runner running I be in my own league

You can always find me Jumping over walls and trees

Now the train on the track express Rocstong is in speed

Its coming in speed, its coming through

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

It be coming in….

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

Shades on my eyes when its dark why surprised when its summer here it can be snowing

People get lost and they buried in the mountains we act like we all ain’t knowing

You know I’m really quiet simple I ain’t hard to please

But I won’t bump with you unless you plant trees, you’ll be buried in the sand

Now Mr. tough saying please, begging on he’s knees, crazy sucka I’m….

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

It be coming in….

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

Smooth, smooth

Still time to give up before I get there, make that decision now before I get there

Don’t try and play it tough with me, seriously It’s gonna kill yeah.