Lyrics:
a bunch of questions
That we did not understand
There's more to farmin' cotton
Than just tendin' to your seed
The ones who set the policy
Don't give
not because of that
'Cos we got people like Lebron James
We’ve got J that’s born of the same skin as you & I
Just gotta grab life by its horns & impose
gonna ride the Conch Train, boys,
And be like Jesse James.
Gonna be like Jesse James, boy...
Gonna be like Jesse James.
Case you didn't hear me the first
to yourself?
Everybody moving up, you just staying by yourself!"
They say "James- you gon' fuck around and
Break a couple hearts in this bitch, yo check it uh"
Well James is name
And I just claim this ship
This is the British Ships
You better zip you're bags
And I will make plot my flag
Because James is name
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go
treat 'em like they wanna be treated, bitch beat it
Your purpose'll be defeated if you think that you're needed
Now what do you tell a chick who has two
and see
I be the latter
Four thousand years after King James claimed God's brain (who, me?)
I said I'm flattered, time hoppin' like Peabody and Sherm
future)
This Golden Cotton now you want it back, back
I'll be damned if you pick apart my future (my future)
This Golden Cotton now you want it back
Look
and just like that I'm gone
Sorry, you said
Suddenly I couldn't be mad
You was Just running, got too excited
To get cotton candy in the carnival fair
I was
is to idolize JT
Shower the people who ain't fans with scorn
But if you're a fan You've Got a Friend in Me
It's okay to like James Taylor
They're
the river
A wonderful world of fantasy
With cotton candy villas
Pull out in something tinted
Convertible casing the carcass of time
But who really counts
decisions nigga
Looking back I made them shits with some precision nigga
But I wasn't by myself it took a village nigga
Some shit you wouldn't understand we
we've run aground
No fathoms below
You'd better pray it ain't so.
We're muckin' bottom, and here comes ol' Dixie
Singin' who's got that cotton
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
to the drive, leaving ms daisy
smokin got the cotton mouth, need water, he feelin wavy
in the dark will comes to the light,
Tell me who being shady
I don't
Yeah yeah,woah
Yeah yeah,woah
Again,again
Again,again
Again,again
Again,again
Hey,I'm back in the field again
Like I'm picking cotton
Foot on their
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
like her
Where’s that pale little face
Who fears the dark and empty spaces
Players know how to fill your void
But steal every bit of worth and joy
When it rains it pours down
Used to wanna be king said the reign is on now
King me like james straight out of high school
To the big games but you
account up and my wrist James Harden
Air Jordan Air Jordan Air Jordan
My bank account up and my wrist James Harden
Air Jordan Air Jordan Air Jordan
My bank
to William and Mary to learn
He dropped out in '76 to fight the British who came
At the battle of Trenton, James was nearly killed but gained fame
He returned
Stupid Early
Stupid Early
I'm so fucking clean tub don't even get dirty
I'm the fucking king King James ain't even worthy
Girl built like a stallion
Cray
Hound Dog Taylor
Stevie Ray
Etta James
Freddie King
James Cotton
Koko Taylor
Albert Collins
Johnny Winter
Leadbelly
Pinetop Perkins
Big Joe Turner
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