Lyrics:
Bow your head, take off your hat, 'bout to say the blessin'
Treat her like a lady, better get her home by eleven
Put a little back, keep a little
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
you say goodbye when you could say hello?
The path waits in my mind
The circus passes me by
And the tractor has stopped in a field
My heart commits
just lookin for corretta
Got the block hot, nigga this a barreta
Machete, I don't think these niggas ready
Bars cut you up and feed em' to the medley
Drunk in love literally
Can't feel my face
All my friends telling me
Call her again
Girl your loves killing me
I'm on the edge
I love you medley, All
and dollars bruh I get it
My premonition is deadly
It's better you vibe along with the medley
Sail off the ocean blood clot
Glocks and I burst the whole slot
Sometimes you need to just give people a little bit of a lyrical jugalbandi You know
That's just what I needed to give
A medley or something like
true,
But we will get through it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
With each other by our side,
We'll conquer every challenge, every tide.
Medley2 (atonal rufen):
embrace eternity
It's a battle against yourself
That's for your family
You can't escape this insanity
Now you're part of a dead medley
Stand up
Stand up
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
love
That's the way the guillotine claps
She's the one who's governed by contagions
That's the way the guillotine claps
She's the one who's
lemme see a titty
Tighter than a fucking trash compactor
Whole damn squad pullin' up in a tractor
Yup
We litty
Can we pet your kitty
Only actin' up cuz
We
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
where I'm from
Girl, where I'm from
Might look like nothin' but gravel roads
And tractors rollin' over them fields
And prayin' that we get a little
We'll play this medley
I don't wanna fight
This rage is plenty
What's wrong, what is right
Consumed by envy
Surrender to the night
Do you remember
Our
a tractor pull
I'm haunted by my illicit, explicit dreams
And I can't really wake up
So I just drift in between
Thinking the glass is half empty
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
And girl, I can see it
I'ma build a house up on a hill
I'ma put your flowers on a windowsill
I'ma drive you wild, like I drive a tractor
I'ma rock you
Pay your bills 91 days late
cnd have a Gal who airs your laundry on the line
cnd you've got 10 maxed out credit cards
cnd a rusted tractor in
and North Carolina?
B.S. - Trees and building. Trees and buildings.
Dres - Basically, look, there was tractors, rakes, and hoes down there. Up here we just
stronger
So we'd hop in the truck and get all tangled up
Every chance we got
We were down by the river all night long
When the sun came up I was sneakin' her
Price to sing her
Medley from "Meistersinger"
And Margot Fonteyn to dance "Giselle"
Together?
Won't it be perfectly swell?
We'll have Bernstein
stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready
Looking back on the day you entered my life
Weak in the knees seated by the bedside
I bided my time and I clung to belief
That this time would end up
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