Lyrics:
yellow tent by the frozen tractor
The music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played "Stavin' Chain"
And Mighty Tiny on the saw
And he threw his
a punch line than a cunch line
You see, tryna find a shot that's a tough grind
You spot one by spot one on the front line
When the race gets tekky I've
from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed
By eighteen to twenty year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
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
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
Give me a horse and a saddle
Give me a place to ride
Give me the plains and the hills
And valleys
A dog racing by my side
I'm flipping my lid
I'm
They call us a two lane just passing by slow down town
Yeah, they say what's there to do when you ain't got nothin' around
Just a few street
lovin'
Can rearrange your life
And when we get it together, girl
You can be my wife
You see, I got this forty acres
Down by the Johnsons' creek
I
XP, press adeptly, less a medley more devour
As I roll initiative, my swift disposition is to
Close on your position, kill and split like cell division
done seen the devil sit beside my seats
Pourin 40's for my dawgs deceased
Makin waves but I aint by a beach
From the mud so I kept the cleats
If money
the pieces and keep Them,
I seem to plead:
""Lead me to a time
We'd find our ways through the maze by reading through the Signs"".
But feeble is the mind
My testimony is being master of ceremonies
Never phony, if you knew better, you would do better, homie
If you don't know me by now, you'll probably
need to take a bath
Erase the charts we must remain on task
What I'm seeing is the game's, tied up by 2 chains
The groups face being clogged up by a new
Anything is possible if Gucci can do it (it's Gucci)
Tractor trailer full of kush, bet Gucci could move it
Used to drive a Buick, now a Rolls Royce (right)
papers replaced by Bible page
Huh, cry at the wedding and hire my wife
You bridal maid
Frankie Beverly singin' my angry medley
Through a cyber maze
an house three times the size of my old one
And I pretend that it don't matter
Passed Oliver Bonas in the Chelsea tractor
You can't be splashing, you
the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a whiff kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' down flows
With a new flow medley outgrow when you step back
down the hill
Perfume, Priest and pot smoke hung heavy in the air
When Rudy rolled by us, I swear I heard somebody cheer
He rolled up on that IROC
to my favorite spot
The one down by the greens
I'm drivin in my big old truck
The best she's ever been
Got my babes in the back
My beer up front and my
There's peanut dust and corn husk drifting through the air tonight
The marching band's warming up under the football lights
There's tractor
little bank, bow to the lizard king
Took DMT by the DMZ, made peace as the middle man
Then I woke up with a .45, seein' everybody firin' at both sides
DMT by the DMZ, made peace as the middle man
Then I woke up with a .45, seein' everybody firin' at both sides
We can all dream 'til then, we can all
all true
Tell me this is all you, ooh
Getting 80 for a medley
I've got eyes way bigger than the belly
Try so hard, give a celebrity a semi
Stars in
and Daniel Craig
Connery and Roger Moore
And those two other guys
You've never heard of before
Bond, James Bond
Found him in our backyard
Was left by his
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