Lyrics:
you too funny
Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies
Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming
Cross the country (woo,
gone country, oh, back to his roots
He's gone country
He's gone country
Everybody's gone country
Yeah, we've gone county
The whole world's gone
for instance
Which is of minor importance except to
Me but also in reporting world
News how can a free people
Make decisions without facts? If
The press
it everyday
If you ask me where I'm at I just say I'm on the way
I'm cross the country with it
I'm cross the globe on they ass
I'm cross the country
coalition
That we must conquer and defeat for us
To really move on as a country our enemies
Are planning on setting our country on
Fire, which is very
restaurants high as hell when I tip my waiter
Providing for my seed when I bring one in this world
But until that day gets here I'm thinking about these
Serbia, Korea
Netherlands, Senegal, Costa Rico
Let's play football
World Cup (uh), World Cup (uh), World Cup (uh), World Cup (uh)
World Cup (uh),
Panther
Don't let Donald Trump win, that nigga cancer
He too rich, he ain't got the answers
He can't make decisions for this country, he gon' crash us
It's where they'll bury my bones...
Man ain't no place in the world like where I come from
Down south GA home of the red clay
Yea that peach state is
Can you hear me
Snacks for the Revolution
Volume 2
This is long overdo
This song is 4 years old now
Somehow still relevant
I was angry when I
the dozen, put it down when they said we wasn't
Trust me it's nothin', just another day in the life for country cousins
It's nothin', I'm from New York but
they scurrred
They ask me
What you gon' do about money?
Where you gon' live when you starving?
You can't tell me nothing
Ima move cross the country
as they hop out of bed
Tripping on the net
Does it ever cross your head
Yemen's in crisis,
The media doesn't like it
I ain't seen one report
Or one country
stayed in were great but they never felt like home (so)
I'm going cross country
I won't stop running 'til I find where I belong
I'm going cross
a Witness
If I won't answer the Judge
So I’m just waitin for God to find out I broke into his world
And I’m fixin to win away the youngest angel, his
our sticks down, keep our heads up, and get a lil something for (11!)
and we were trying to cross the world
we were trying to cross the world
we were
crucify him
Following along the stations of the
Cross passing station No 5
And they say at this point that Simon
A Cyrenean coming out of the country
On him
got aboard that supersonic rocket ship
So I need someone to start explaining to me then
Why there ain't no country for spacemen.
We got our ranches
and a bowl full of weed
This country life's the only life for me
Oh, this country livin' keeps my Luccheses kickin'
Keeps this Gipson sittin' 'cross me
mountaineers
We never were much bothered by time
Born in the country and I like that country song
We played for just a nickel every time we got to town
And I
we learned
This world was made for all men
Here me out
Now I know the birthday of a nation
Is a time when a country celebrates
But as your
mountaineers
We never were much bothered by time
Born in the country and I like that country song
We played for just a nickel every time we got to town
the country outta my girl
Nah
She's a flip cup hall of fame
She's a marshmallow on a wire coat hanger
Put your cuffs, hit the ref or the dad
She'll bless
Bitch I got a purpose, cross the country with my crew
I'm makin' moves (makin' moves yeah), 'cus I'm tryna see the views
and I really thought I'd be
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