Lyrics:
happen,
Doin' nuttin',
He'd be in need of a slappin',
But we're all clueless to how it works,
There are no experts & that's what hurts,
Where's God?
and gravy
That brick church that saved me
Where the choir sings “Oh, Halleluja”
Raised way off the interstate
With tractors and hay, hey, hey
I love
punch man, all right?
Get ready to go night night
Get in the ring or on the mat
Doesn't matter where I'll lay you flat
No challenge for this Tractor
Most of my elders were failures
To the poison that killed Len Bias from bein Celtic
The later I would hang, the greater my slang
It took my english,
Mega you played that boy
I know you counted me out but i wanna let you know i was there for you
It was a blur but i still care for you
Long time no
It's a long ways down that road where I grew up
I learned a lot about that land in the back of that pickup truck
It's hard to tell that all this land
It's a long ways down that road where I grew up
I learned a lot about that land in the back of that pickup truck
It's hard to tell that all this land
That would scare me away i got history too
And it's never too late share a secret today
I reciprocrate baby, I got you
So hurt with me i'll hurt with
rocking in a rocking chair
I stopped into a farm town, it looked a little like Lubbock
I met me a farmer who's down on his luck
His tractor was hitting'
In my hometown
Population just a few thousand
All of them kids at the drive-in
After Friday nights football game
That's the same place
Where
mask depending
Whatever the task we winning
Now she done went back to sinning
Can tell she been practicing it
I put my cactus right where that ass is
So girl with you
I wanna take it
Slow
Like time don't matter
Like Tupelo kudzu
Wrapping up a tractor
A Sunday drive
Let the days roll by
Slow nothing
hurt (hurt)
Your girl is so dirt (pffff)
That's life (life, life)
C'est la vie (c'est la vie)
That's how it be (be, huh)
You just gotta see
Open your
started on the MARTA
From the West side
Y'all prolly know that by now
This is where the block hot
You might hear a glock pop
Be cool, that aint unfamiliar
, living primitive is a good feeling to me
Problem free, I guess that's why I like to live
Where there's dust on the tractor, a couple trucks in the pasture
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires,
everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid,
right. Well, they
through the night, in the pulse of the city
Synthwave love, it feels so gritty
Pixel skies, digital highs, as the city breathes
On the grid, where
It's where I made you mine and you knew that
Time is passin' by, we've gone our separate ways
I seen you takin' flight on a reindeer
Loadin' up on buck
has come and gone.
cll thats left are memories to put into this song,
I can't forget the way it was, this place that I call home,
By Campbells track in
up. Down a laid-back gravel road. We light it up and we live it up out in the country where we're from.
We're up and gone for the rooster crows.
where ya goin' to?
Do ya like the things that life is showin' you?
Or are you going to?
Do you know?
Don't hurt me again
Don't, don't, do-don't
where ya goin' to?
Do ya like the things that life is showin' you?
Or are you going to?
Do you know?
Don't hurt me again
Don't, don't, do-don't
Well these dirt roads are calling me home
I've been in that big city just a little too long
And it sure feels good to put these old boots back
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