Lyrics:
I hope some rain falls on
Bill Buchanan's cotton crop
And I hope when the ground is good
And wet and the cotton's good and
Green the rain will stop
need my fucking dollars
Just to make a mil
Hundreds in my pocket
Tell me how it feel
Polyester on me
Counting cotton bills
Smoking different weed
Keep
out
Niggas act crazy and we kill 'em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home bill, we'll bill 'em
18,000 count cotton, you soft
Niggas be actin' mad
found his way in the old cotton mills, working 16 hour days just to pay all of the bills
7 days a week he finally reached his peak
He worked in white
Freshed squeezed Oj, wake up burning, thumbing through the blessings
Pink 50’s on the dresser, blue benjis
These cotton candy bills
But a robbery,
mawili
Tamgea cotton bags bills talipia
Bombadia inataka kuingia
Na iko hot sa sijui ka’ utaishikia au utaachia
Leo i just wanna treat you right
Babe
I’m getting tired of my people killed
Mamas can’t pay the bills
Son’s and daughters working cotton fields
and that’s essential
But when the rent due
The sun feels great I can tell today it's gonna shine
My lady's smiling both of us getting on just fine
The bills are paid, the Caddy's new
Looks
to marry the love of his life
He found his way in the old cotton mills
He's working 16 hour days just to pay all of the bills
Seven days a week he finally
growing cotton growing kill Bill
She off the Coke and she too talkative
She need her Xanax a chill pill
Got caught by the po-po you too talkative
He trying
caught on
They had us picking cotton
They had us picking cotton
The had us picking cotton
But now we caught on
Oh yea we caught on
Oh yea we caught on
They
There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, honey
There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, baby
There's a black wind blowing in
never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton
You a dork (ooh), never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (woo, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup taste like
Cotton candy skies, camouflaged colours
Fresher than a snowfall, hotter than the summer
Look me in the eyes, tell me you don’t love it
Would you
never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton
pay your bills
You got so many
I'm a-gonna starve and everybody will
'Cause you can't make a livin'
In a cotton mill
When you buy clothes on easy
cotton twill
With my wrinkled, crinkled, wadded dollar bill
But I'm not bound
And I never will
Be to a wrinkled, crinkled, wadded dollar bill
It
My bills are all due and the babies need shoes,
But I'm Busted
Cotton's gone down to a quarter a pound
And I'm Busted
I got a cow that's gone
The bills are all due and my baby need shoes but I'm busted
Cotton is down to a quarter a pound but I'm busted
I got a cow that's gone dry
Time is money
These chickens not worth the bills
Righteous by nature but wicked for dollar bills
Pay the cost to be the boss
It's just a bill
Time is
papa had a cotton sack headed for a field
We did not own little brother was crying cause papa said
We had to come along old sheep came off the front
The bills are all due and the babies need shoes but we're busted
Cotton is down to a quarter a pound and we're busted
Got a cow that's gone dry
sheets and cotton gowns
What goes on when the sun goes down
Makes the every day life of two people in love go round.
Every morning with love renewed
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