Lyrics:
you gettin' into tonight, man?
Yo P, man, I'm 'bout to flex downtown to this club
Word, man? Yo man, that sounds cool, man
I think I'm with that,
of the apple pie
On the boat, the Old Man told me
I would be a present for his wife
"A talking goat!" he exclaimed,
"She'd never seen this in her life"
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
When it happened he walked through all the estates, from
Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped an old
Man on his own chase some
of words
I hate this earth cause I'm cursed with depression in my nerves
It's the worst cause I'm stuck, it's like my head has been crushed
By a tractor
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
the world moving slow
Man back in the day feels so long ago
And back in the day not making this dough
And back in the day I was left for the crows
And back in
Let me tell you a story
About an old friend of mine
Somebody left her in a shopping cart
In a parking lot for us to find
Just a fuzzy black pup
And you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect
[Old hustler:]
Man, you must be crazy and bugged
Whatcha mean I don't get no respect?
You crazy?
in this bitch
Just kiddin', it ain't like that, I'm tryna get rich
Why the fuck your car sound like a damn tractor when it start up
My whip so clean,
her man
That's the best part of being this farmher's farm hand
She knows the fields
She knows the cows
She knows the tractors
She knows the plows
She
the old me I miss the old me
I miss the old me I miss the old me I miss the old me I miss the old me I miss the old Me
Nah nah dude I'm good man I'm glad
feels good
(Amen) woo
(Amen) guess I'm lucky
(Amen) some of us don't get a second chance
(Amen) but I ain't blowin' this one
(Amen) nah, man
(Amen)
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
a duty to her crops
She jumped on the old John
Deere and she drove away, hey hey
She said "Baby don't ya worry
This'll only take a minute"
But the wheel
Of a yard man
I start my morning on my banker's lawn
It's kind of funny because I'm overdrawn
I know he's sitting on bail out bones
You know old pinstripes
by the fireside,
look into each other eyes, and make love to our favorite song,
that's how it was.
It's been so long, since we've been this way,
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
years my people raised cotton
Till granddaddy lost this land
Now we're scattered all over this end of the state
Gettin' by any way that we can
But
and a gettin' all up in my grill
That man's got eyes all over this town
Got us under surveillance when I take her out
She ain't just his daughter she's his
old man lies.
But you know that old man that no one loves, he died this morning
The whole town was shocked by all those big long limozines
And all
up, tied down 'bout forgotten
what a field looks like full of corn and cotton
If I'm gonna hit a traffic jam
Well it better be a tractor man
So sick
I'm too fly, get the fuck from around me
Stacking this money, and duckin the county
Watch the swerve, watch the play
We tryna stack this shit up by
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