Lyrics:
sprig by the doctor's door
He has done this well and many times before
He'll be careful which way he goes
But he's been kind to us farm widows
and Keep out there Don
Way-le-go Jack means the dog trials are on
There are shepherds from stations and hillmen from runs
cnd farm boys and farm girls
Been through trials and tribulations
I feel like I need me a vacation
Tryna stay the course without colliding, don't need State Farm
I'm just working
of the best
His River Valley Farm land
Stood out from the rest
Mr Herb and Ms Bonnie
Had three girls and a boy
Young Kenyon, he still lived at home
With Nancy
This is the story of Hollis and Keel
A Smith and Wesson pistol a man can conceal
Hollis had the .32, Keel had the knife
One lost his farm, one lost
it all, you want it all
Love is not about the profits
Nor the riches in your dreams
The arms of time are breaking off
Civilization is on trial
it all, you want it all
Love is not about the profits
Nor the riches in your dreams
The arms of time are breaking off
Civilization is on trial
one in the pond
Gave him some money he bailed on me guess it's fuck our bond
Ain't no loyalty and love where I come from
Going through trials
more beef than a Islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray
afraid it's a "Nah"
It's a label to y'all, it's engraved in our scars
A decade with my guys, tribulations and trials
My ambition is gifted, it's nothin'
Bitch I'm from the farms so I say ard that's cool chief
Aliceia don't wanna fuck she playing on my phone and shit
Acting like you bougie knowing you ain't
of sing-sing alumni
Who got more beef than a islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
My ak
times
Standing patient in the rain, been a long line
Grindlife like a farm, you got no grind
Know you niggas can't see me you got Astigmatism
No
trapped by it you know
No farm Mr Jones
Only way to get some
Break rules legal social
But we care about what they think
I don't got no nepo
Self worth is
it
Been buku niggas way before me who- (billions)
Been buku niggas way before me who quitted
Hope they don't take my songs to trial
I just sit and wait
Uh, I just stole the ball then dribbled down the court and hit a fucking layup
Shorty got buns like Princess Leia
No free trials it's time to pay up
lil' partner)
And so we fell off the spinning tops (I should've spit on it when I finished, ya heard me?)
Don't know, maybe for trial (ATL)
Retarded
on trial
Bought that line then kept it moving
Cruising, no snoozing, ay, shorty said my life is amusing
New ding dong, let Bumper drive (woosh, woosh)
Send him to the fields, send him to the wars
Send him on down to slave on the farms
Steal his land, rob his soul
Send him on down to dig that hole
can blame him, look how we done him, Hallelu
Trials and tribulations, that's just bread and wine
Getting my hands dirty, that does not take off
or running the bets
Just pure unadulterated work progress
I'm willing to bet the farm you'll give you right arm
For a piece of the pie ask yourself why
and 1930s most American cars and farm machinery had the option of running on gas or on methanol; most racing cars still do run on methanol. And George
time that you wrote back
And spent some time with you old cats - so that
Time will tell you whose to blame for your trials
You're awake one day and you
the drug lord apprentice
Absolutely, automatic aquittence
No sentence, beat up on the trial like Lennox
5'9" photogenic ass chick
Thick thighed girl grinding
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