Lyrics:
call me sugar cane, they bully me
All I gotta say, come suck and sip
Went to school, they bullied me
In Middle East in Europe, they bullied me
For my
the fuck that I've been through
Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt
Sugar cane, back lanes
Three jobs, took years to save
But I got a ticket on that
the fuck that I've been through
Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt
Sugar cane, back lanes
Three jobs, took years to save
But I got a ticket on that
the fuck that I've been through
Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt
Sugar cane, back lanes
Three jobs, took years to save
But I got a ticket on that
I COME FROM A LITTLE DOT ON A ROAD MAP WE GROW CORN IN THE MIDDLE OF TOWN WE RIDE OUR HORSES DOWN THE WEST FORK RIVER AND TAKE A SWIM BEFORE
girl waitin' on a front porch swing
The lazy river is a-windin' around
With a cane pole bobber goin' down, goin' down
Time is sweeter than a buttermilk
I never know, for sho, picture this
Never die, bitch, never die, say a damn thang
Canes in the chains, became the dope thang
Snortin some cane will
(So maybe you should)
Baby I am not the one to be telling all of your feelings to
Technically your grown but your acting like your in middle school
arm don't know if I'll survive
Middle school was a struggle i was tryna find my mind
So fuck it i gotta get it
I made the brand built up my city
I never
down on the farm?
Does she like old school Alabama or mamas, don't let your babies?
Is it farmers' market roses or a handful of dirt road daisies?
Line lil' boujee, all my bitches got a bad mouth
You didn't wanna fight in middle school, you wanna scrap now?
Put your hands down and point to, I'm
up a door
Aye fucking double time, I stay away from the hoes
It's the middle of the Summer, had to cop another coat
Middle of the Summer and she
one of my poems which, oh, here
They come, garlanded with morning glory and wisteria
Blooms, trombones all the way down to the river
Thank you
rhymes like dr suess
Snapple pop I got the juice
Middle school niggas played the flute
High school nigga hit the track
Ain't go to college I'm chasing
a living, remain spiritual
Egotistical ways I embraced back in middle school
If the chick was game, we would run a train
Send her home on a bus, then
pitchin' cane
Pay yourself and owe yourself
Before you come to my city, just know yourself
Know where you at
I'm good in every town, I'ma be there doing
Brenda the oldest by herself for a little while
That's 'til Joanne showed up she was the middle child
Then came Loretta next she was a little wild
a teenager
(yeah)
And a raid cane field and a run from ranger
Mek a escape through di river (true)
We always seh we did a be di longest liver
Travel true Earth
anyway
Cuz you suck
You never coming back
To school
Because you hoed by me
That's what I thought
Cuz you look like a chipmunk
Your whole face looks
empty chairs
There was a rumour pavarotti would sing there
To raise funds for a music school but then the
Whole thing vanished into thin air
mama, don't wife her, yeah
Heard you dance just like her, bitch
I'ma take a bar, Lil Peep, ayy
Yellow school bus in my cheeks, ayy
Rolls Royce stars
down the drain
Man made to suffer and woman to feel pain
Dey rape mi mommy mi sister I say oh what a shame
Brother and mi father afi chop sugar cane
Pon
shared a room and slept on the floor on the first days. Stamps got us food, and cleaning houses got the bills paid. Now I’m in middle school, middle child,
sure
In the middle of a violent night - in the glare of a naked light
In the middle of a nightmare
At the bottom of the deepest well - in the middle
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