Lyrics:
Man I can't lie
This don't look right slime
I ball, get cream (Kareem) like Abdul
Ya bars
(Jabbar) ain't off the hook like mine
Look, I'ma shine 'til
everything stays the same
The morning alarm
The sunrise and skies
The birdsong and tractors rumble by.
Time for school and the bag on my back
Quietly
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
Some just can't understand, my motivation and drive
Each man's gotta do, what helps him survive
This Barn says freedom, this barn speaks dreams
This
you gettin' into tonight, man?
Yo P, man, I'm 'bout to flex downtown to this club
Word, man? Yo man, that sounds cool, man
I think I'm with that,
you gettin' into tonight, man?
Yo P, man, I'm 'bout to flex downtown to this club
Word, man? Yo man, that sounds cool, man
I think I'm with that,
Drop top coupe (Bitch)
Riding with your boo thang (Skrrr)
Fuck my old bitch (bitch)
I thought we had a true thang
Sheck Wes got them bars (Bars)
I
Susie was a pearl of a woman
Jack was a golden man
She told him she'd love him forever
He gave her a wedding band
Their parents said they were
of the apple pie
On the boat, the Old Man told me
I would be a present for his wife
"A talking goat!" he exclaimed,
"She'd never seen this in her life"
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
When it happened he walked through all the estates, from
Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped an old
Man on his own chase some
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
of words
I hate this earth cause I'm cursed with depression in my nerves
It's the worst cause I'm stuck, it's like my head has been crushed
By a tractor
the world moving slow
Man back in the day feels so long ago
And back in the day not making this dough
And back in the day I was left for the crows
And back in
And you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect
[Old hustler:]
Man, you must be crazy and bugged
Whatcha mean I don't get no respect?
You crazy?
Let me tell you a story
About an old friend of mine
Somebody left her in a shopping cart
In a parking lot for us to find
Just a fuzzy black pup
the old me I miss the old me
I miss the old me I miss the old me I miss the old me I miss the old me I miss the old Me
Nah nah dude I'm good man I'm glad
feels good
(Amen) woo
(Amen) guess I'm lucky
(Amen) some of us don't get a second chance
(Amen) but I ain't blowin' this one
(Amen) nah, man
(Amen)
in this bitch
Just kiddin', it ain't like that, I'm tryna get rich
Why the fuck your car sound like a damn tractor when it start up
My whip so clean,
her man
That's the best part of being this farmher's farm hand
She knows the fields
She knows the cows
She knows the tractors
She knows the plows
She
by the fireside,
look into each other eyes, and make love to our favorite song,
that's how it was.
It's been so long, since we've been this way,
With my eyes closed and in the dark
This ol' dirt road ain't on no map
I knew the way by heart
And the house still looks the same
Though the name
a duty to her crops
She jumped on the old John
Deere and she drove away, hey hey
She said "Baby don't ya worry
This'll only take a minute"
But the wheel
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
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