Lyrics:
cuz this old one
Looks like it's gonna die
Oh my god NY
So much pride
hand on the warp drive
Keeping us alive on this enterprise
Ya’ll should run and hide cuz
Here comes old yellow eyes
Robot in disguise repping star fleet
Old cars in the front yard
They've been there since I was born
Old man on the front porch
He been drinkin' since early morn'
I was raised like this
my beer when it's no longer cold
Like my tractor when it gets old
Like my crops when they don't want to grow
My friend, my friend you've hit a new low
all our crimes are idolized
It's
If this isn't love why does my heart hurt so bad?
You don't know why
You wanna be the man
You wanna be
fc*## Flames on her/
Tractor Train shit cant stand still in this lane on her/
she visions this through some summer pains homey/
felt like too many ni####
mad and tryna run me
Over out with Gacy's tractor
Hop over, run backwards
With a knap sack of green Supreme hats
Like I was sponsored up
By the fuckin'
healthy
Oh, man
I don't give a fuck bout online class
I'm so fuckin stressed
Come back to my bed
Wanna take some nap
Fallin' in a dreams
Had a beautiful
this happen? I don't have a clue
Well, I'm not the quickest tractor on the farm
I don't have any skills or grace or charm
And most people look at me
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
factor
I want to grow old
have a kid and a place to sleep
A down ass wife
And when I die i'll rest in peece
But man that's all a dream
This donja got me
Rainstorm rollin' and an old blue Ford, tractor tires just nine years old
Hands on the wheel drivin' slow, a young man's dream
Camel Lights not much
to this one
When I was young they always said
"The man should make a move first"
Well lucky for me in the 21st century
That balloon has burst
Early
this clean, I'm a classic man
Callin' on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah,
the man, but now i be him
You gon be salty season
And now you old Elizabethan
Bro you too old to be beefin'
If you did me wrong
When I blow up
And get all
[Intro - Sampled from "Signs"]
The startling footage we're about to show you was photographed
by a forty-two year old - Romero Valadares
This video
home
And draggin' my butt to work
With the smell of her perfume on my shirt
I'd be on the tractor she'd be on my mind
With that sun beatin' down on this
we learned
Old man in the urn let him burn!
The New creation, this flow raptured
I'm so beyond infinity none after
Adapt a brand new chapter so dapper
Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC
Live In Stereo
This field guide's got no soul
Digging for the sacred
In a man-made hole
The soil
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
yeah)
I whip the new electric mercedes
The average 9 year old earn more then me
By sitting motherfuking babies
People saying my Songs are trash
I tell
uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
Man I can't lie
This don't look right slime
I ball, get cream (Kareem) like Abdul
Ya bars
(Jabbar) ain't off the hook like mine
Look, I'ma shine 'til
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