Lyrics:
to the sea
Oil, oil
Don't buy it at the station, you can have it now for free
Just come on down to the shoreline where the water used to be
In
up be my last request
Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then
a line from here to Texas
'Cause I've lost another good one
She's on the midnight train to Memphis
Dude, what station is this, K snooze
Kid Rock, I
Yeah I get my blessing cuz I'm courteous
Yeah I'm in the field my shoe the dirtiest
Eighteen jumping back with thirty six
Ain't smell like loud like
a nantucket
Then go get a jar from branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the eddie bauer
a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
railway arch again
The future's looking colorful
It's the color of blood, chaos and corruption of a happy soul
A happy soul will ride in the field
railway arch again
The future's looking colorful
It's the color of blood, chaos and corruption of a happy soul
A happy soul will ride in the field
railway arch again
The future's looking colorful
It's the color of blood, chaos and corruption of a happy soul
A happy soul will ride in the field
a little love
Give a little
Give a little more
I am the thief
Come share this breeze
c night in peace and smoke
They come for me
Down by the sea
The fields
boy, them Field boys be thug not
You best watch the field tonight, we step into the southern house
Look for field gores in tight clothes, hair weave an'
Yeah, it's real, boy, them Field boys be thug not
You best watch the field tonight, we step into the southern house
Look for field gores in tight
the hook,
Where's the myth
Manning my stations
Taking control of the situation
Say hello to my force field
Beaten down on all fours
And they'll
nantucket
Juice, get it loose then gradually I’m stuck wit
Writer’s block, fire up that crop mayne, puff it
This might be the best day of my life and
It’s
fields
Through the windows I watching and I will
Trains arriving and trains are coming down
At next station you`re waiting for me now
Do you want
do my job
I almost kicked the bucket, I was laughing in the corner
Twenty wings on my shoulders, two-to-four
Watching Meredith do the Nantucket
could hold me
God chose me
In the field like holy
Get respect from OG's
And they don't even know me
But know that I am so me
Yeah
No question bout my
R.i.p the goons shit I'm die a real nigga
Watching how I move I'm in the field where they kill niggas
R.i.p the goons
Know I'm die a real nigga
Swear
ain't takin' no names Nah, I ain't takin' no names
Care, how you feel, I am the real
Playin' the playin', the playin' the field
Care how you feel I am
Radio, deep fields, static creeps in
Dusk on the highway, freedom again
Skipping past stations to 94.9
College kid DJ spinning a rhyme
If static
him for dead in a field of pumpkins and wolves
But just then lighting struck
And a cry cut through the night light like a siren on a fire truck
Ned
Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locust out there turning away our yield
The trains roll by our silos,
field is your minds duration
Football field is your minds duration
Apathy taking over the nation
Apathy taking over the nation
Now we all join that
Fields of many colours, bonfires burning to the ground
Got my ticket packed my bag heading out of town
See faces at the stations moving all around
Where
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