Lyrics:
This is the story of bee
You tea fool Mango
Cotton & how her
Marma-lady voice got
Stolen by one DJ
(dodgy) Queenie Nylon
Day-glo Doof only
Take you back to a cotton field
In the heart of Louisiana
Little boy about nine years old
Sings a song in the heat of the day
Mama cried when her
chased through the fields with the dogs on my heels
By the law, now I know how the roadrunner feels
Went from Negro Spirituals to Hip-hop Quotables cuz
a hard workin' country boy
Out on the farm
Workin' from dawn to dusk
A pickin' the cotton
A plowin' the fields
And doin' the things he must
But
We came from slaves in chains to buying our chains
In fields picking the cottons the same
Haaaaahaa
We came from slaves in chains to buying our
she could always cop a feel
Them niggas ain't cotton picking but they stuck inside that field
I hope Tay don't go bananas
Fucked up tryna get an appeal
night
What do you think about California
We could stay there all day if you wanna
If I'm by your side
Your hand in mine
We could walk the beach or stroll
One more time
Just a little thing they call they poor man blues
I've been a working in a cotton field way down south
Choppin' and a pickin' lord
Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose
Wondering where the freight train goes
Standin' in the field by the railroad track
Cursin' this strap on my
King Cotton, I’m king cotton
I’ma tell you like this it’s your boy Lil’ B
I’m harnessed by some shit that
I ain’t even seen
Demons in my mind, blood
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
Supernova in a Mason's jar
Every boy in town wanted to show her around
And as the dirt road Finch
She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
Supernova in a Mason's jar
Every boy in town wanted to show her around
And as the dirt road Finch
She
She came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten
By everyone
And she
She worked and she slaved so hard
Big old field
the boys it was me and her
By fire in a field or down on the river
Every inch of that county was sacred ground
I wish I knew where that old truck was
Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbours a long time back
They lived down the road from us in a shack just like our shack
We worked the fields
with you babe it feels right oh, oh
run the cotton fields and be free
a penthouse is not for you and me
a little house here in Tennessee, you know
it's
She
She came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten
By everyone
And she
She worked and she slaved so hard
Big old field
got a thousand stories
Fields of glory
Fields of glory
You drive by and see a barbed-wire fence
I see boys turning into men
I go back every now
She, she came from the land of the cotton
Land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field was her
She, she came from the land of the cotton
Land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she, she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field
put your luggage on we
You ain't keep the same energy for the du Pont's and Carnegie's
We was in your cotton fields, now we sippin' on these, on me
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
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