Lyrics:
Farmer Brown
I'm from a small town
Where everybody looks just like me
I really like it here
I shoot a lot of deer
This is America go fuck yourself
I got
there
Ten Mil gon fuck up his car like a deer
Niggas swear they go hard but i been going harder
My bitch gon line his ass up like a barber
Try to run in
the daylight
cpparitions of their Mrs. in my bedside
Bending in their insides deer into my headlights
I've been burning all my papers in the moonlight
I can't
Pine-scented green forest, birds they sing away
The music of our souls, what more can I say
A deer there by the roadside, the kids best stay away
life like a country king
It's a good life under these southern skies
Where the deer flies dance and the stars arise
Work hard, love strong and take it
Wandering
Wandering thru the forest
And I came across a deer
I felt no fear for this deer
He was my friend
We ran thru the trees
And said one day
get it field dressed and hung by the feet
Aging before processing it'll be a deer meat treat
That's not the one I wanted so I guess I just gotta come
Mommy's care, heart so dark
Sisters kicked, brothers left
Birds asleep, winters breath
Time's wind blows band-aids away
Machines drive head of men
Deer make
I'm hanging by a thread
Like a deer in the headlights
You make it feel like the first time
Gimme chills, gimme cold sweats
Running a fever that I'll
Don't hesitate, it is late, ponies wait
For you and me by the trees in the dale
Hear tom-toms beating. Let's hit the trail.
My pretty Snow Deer, say you
on
Ten deer will fake a wall
When the race is run
There’s something about you
That itch in my ears
And the thoughts when they wander
Are followed by
In a catatonic state
No connection to the brain
Full blackout
Even on a sunny day
I'm surrounded by the rain
All black clouds
You gotta leave now
of love
All about our family, Praise the Lord above
You'd know all the best fishin holes and where to find big deer
And hear echoes of the laughter
desaliento
Un cuarto despintado
Repleto de ilusiones
why de sueños que no alcanzan
Salvador ahí va.
- by Bartolo
full growed porcupine dead on the road
it'll take a big ox, son, to carry that load
I got checked out by a blonde, young heifer
she says she
just blow your dome
Flow so fire gonna burn up Rome
Sipping coffee straight from Salvador
Pour up some more
Four four four
End your life no time for more
pozdrawiam tych co na to czekali
Pozdrawiam moich przyjaciół dobrych ziomali
Powracam jak Salvador Dalí schematy palić
Najwyższy kunszt który nie mieści się w
And we'll go hunting deer up in the mountains where
The air is clear, far from the madding crown we left behind us
And you will see the unicorn no
And where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
Without a bucket seat?
Where was I
And where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
Without a bucket seat?
Where was I
stop at a tree, a tall creaky pine
With two-by-fours nailed to the limbs
I climb up and sit down, then wave to my father
Who's promised to return again
The street kid deals with the dealer
And he's always watchin' his back
Me, I'm watchin' a line, with a woman of mine
Down by the creek bank shack
Give me
I've heard misfortune blossoms
And wasted ways before me by the cause
Of givin' someone time enough for spendin'
Love only borrowed
And I've
(Malcolm Holcombe)
I've heard misfortune blossoms
And wasted ways before me by the cause
Of giving someone time enough for spending
Love only
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