Lyrics:
dancing with me
I get a beer, I give her a kiss
And one night on my bed, get her number
The next day the same old fucking routine
Good days (These good
children
Picking cotton
Toting those bales
Bending our backs
Hoeing up and down the ditches and the creeks
Flat weeding
Hearing the old Farmall tractor
One day, big catch, hit the bait and switch switch
I was on the line, I became the big fish, yeah
I swear my story just like big fish
I've seen hoes,
Watch the field behind the plow turn to straight, dark rows
Feel the trickle in your clothes, blow the dust cake from your nose
Hear the tractor's
There's a for sale sign on a big old' rusty tractor
You can't miss it, it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road, a pale blue water tower
awards, had GLAAD annoyed
Atta-boy, they told me to slow down, I'd just zone out
Good luck tryin' to convince a blonde
It's like telling Gwen Stefan that
awards, had GLAAD annoyed
Atta-boy, they told me to slow down, I'd just zone out
Good luck tryin' to convince a blonde
It's like telling Gwen Stefan that
but my own
Yes, I love my job, I raise corn on the cob
Wear a ball cap and denim overalls
I drive a tractor, and it's clanky, it was built by some
and niggas foo acts
I do not condone
I ride alone
But when it’s on I’m on da phone
Like pho it’s up grab da pole
Me and my dogs live by da code of honor
Couple
Drink some of water
Tryna to be a good rapper
Pick up a piece of paper
And thingking like a writer
While using a black sweater
Wish I can buy some tractor
worldly wise,
I should get the Nobel Prize,
For good advice
Good old Henry Ford, he was a hardworking man
He worked all night and all day
I said,
friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you something:
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good friends like
old friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you something:
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
I thought about you the other day
And how you're taking L's every which way
It must be lonely all by yourself
Oh Lyle, Lyle I know you need help
Like
old friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you something:
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good
sto vecchio è ancora buono come vino d'annata
Everybody talking about the good old days (Good old days)
It's the last crusade
Everybody talking about
the good times we had somehow strayed away,
let's put our love back,
put lovin' back how it used to be, in the days of true romancin'.
Give me that old
looking for help do that shit by yourself
Meditate on your thoughts that shit good for your health
Prep yourself for some riches get ready for wealth, Yeah
& Orion
Turn above our heads
The chug of the tractors
As the day begins
The cry of the gulls
As the boats come in
Everything's changed
And yet
to last
Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass
Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots
My daddy's old tools I still use
The pledge
never miss a episode
Real street boy, gone rely by the code
Cuz it's a good day to be the mothafuckin shit
Pass a pimp a key, then take a bump right out
spills a bucket of suds
Aisle after aisle
My eyes spill two buckets of suds
Like that day she
Slid as a baseball runner would onto the floor Lord
In her
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
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