Lyrics:
Jah tell’em ‘bout di murdah
tell’em ‘bout di murdah
Death of democracy
Gross-swami hypocrisy
Record number cases
focus media ki aur kahi
Death
the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio
Farmers Boulevard, yeah, you know that's where me and E hang out,
my radio
Farmers Boulevard
Yeah, you know that's where me and E hang out
Cool out, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's where the crib's at
the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio
Farmers Boulevard, yeah, you know that's where me and E hang out,
my radio
Farmers Boulevard
Yeah, you know that's where me and E hang out
Cool out, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's where the crib's at
Blood on the land, there's blood on the land
Our farmers are dying and we must take a stand
Blood on the land, there's blood on the land
Our leaders
truck aka Time Machine
1994, Joe Diffie comin' out my radio
I'm just a country boy with a farmer's tan
So help me girl I'll be your Pick-Up Man
How
1994, Joe Diffie comin' out my radio
I'm just a country boy with a farmer's tan
So help me girl I'll be your Pick-Up Man
How 'bout a night to remember
It was a signal light
The fate of Nation rides
Two lanterns burning bright
It was a signal
Crossing the field the farmer chasing the redcoat
It's so
Yo VMN, The Clown
No Farmer No Food man
Is it hard to understand?
Get it
Stop biting the hands feeding you
I know that your screw little lose
We
the land
Gettin' that real deal farmer's tan
Livin' that green John Deere dream
Every dusk 'til dawn
With the radio on
Singing you tractor songs
Major was fifteen when she heard the siren call of
The Pistols on the pirate radio
Waiting for that glow to take her away
Her feet start stomping
can't judge a book by looking at the cover
Oh can't you see
Oh you misjudge me
I look like a farmer, but
I'm a lover
Can't judge a book by looking
can't judge a book by looking at the cover
Oh can't you see
Oh you misjudge me
I look like a farmer, but
I'm a lover
Can't judge a book by looking
GRÂNDOLA, VILA MORENA
Sem saber da trama que se desenrolava, o locutor do programa “Limite” da Rádio Renascença (Lisboa) irradiava tranquilamente os
kind of crazy
'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really
Understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy
We ride back and forth 'til
We
She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmers tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy
We ride back
She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmers tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy
We ride back
of three women who dictate what I'm worth
I'm the farmer
I work in the fields all day
Don't mean to alarm her
But I know it was meant to be this way
of three women who dictate what I'm worth
I'm the farmer
I work in the fields all day
Don't mean to alarm her
But I know it was meant to be this way
as I kneel for a taste of man
I believe in the taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine
I'll testify on the world of radio that I dream
they seem
Russian bots that she thinks
Live down the street, will rise when it is time
She hears the voices on the radio
Narrating the carnage blow by
This is Logic
I've spoken these words before but not on the radio
To be born free is to be born in debt
To live in freedom without fighting
She's like a black and white movie
Or a fading star at the end of its life
A folk singer with natural beauty
But she ain't no farmer's wife
I'm just
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