Lyrics:
We didn't know the times were lean,
Round our house the grass was green,
It didn't seem like things were all that bad,
I bet we walked
We didn't know the times were lean,
Round our house the grass was green,
It didn't seem like things were all that bad,
I bet we walked
Bally N OJ will put you on your ass
I'm Such a hippie i wanna smoke
Some grass
Roll it up Toke it up puff puff
Pass
Cotton mouth wash it down
We didn't know the times were lean,
Round our house the grass was green,
It didn't seem like things were all that bad,
I bet we walked
meet me in the country in the long grass
In the summertime in England
Will you meet me
With your red robe dangling all around your body
With your red
and janie,
trying to narrow that down to jumpy solitude.
the general chicago of haiti is common all over
arkansas, in the travels of the women named
Mouth be like cotton, got sticks of gum
Common spear-a-mint, it's like sense is Dust
Accumulation much cause naps I got nuff
Funk feeds the dome see
Before the Great Cotton Cloud of Doom Descended
Before the great cotton Cloud came down
Did a summer festival in Spencer
The best girl in the world stole
We didn't know the times were lean
Round our house the grass was green
Didn't seem like things were all that bad
I bet we walked a thousand miles
the winter time o we could live through the cold
When the winds brought snow
Tryin' to grow corn and cotton on ground so poor that grass won't grow
[ guitar ]
do-da-do, middle finger cubicals
Acid tab to the neck, ion' even feel it yet
Are you really feelin' it? Cotton candy sunset
Dancin' in the moonlight, tryna'
of some ten foot corn
Tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn
Get lost out in the rye grass lay a blanket in the beets
Tear up some turnip
Pick locking not Tik Tok’n we wrist watching
Don’t risk watching you get picked like I pick cotton
Ya’ bitch topping the drip clipped like it’s Bin
People been plotting
With mouths full of cotton
I been tryna pull my own weight with no spotting
It ain't no stopping Imma stay popping
People listen
and cotton on ground so poor that grass won't
Grow
There was one old store in the hollow we all called town
It belonged to a gentle old man named Henry Brown
Grows Grass for you and me
God Grows Grass since Genesis
God Grows Grass makes common sense
God Grows Grass it's nothing new
God Grows Grass so can you
overtime, I think I'm overdue
You can bet your party boots that I'll be there
For some red-hot, real fast, chicken-pickin' turbo-grass
Aerosmith or Cotton
Cherry Blossom
Sweet pink cotton
Sun is setting
Sipping on a glass of wine
Cherry Blossom
Sweet pink cotton
Sun is setting
Sipping on a glass
Cotton candy skies the sun set so simple
I just need to reset
The cymbals crash the feeling I get
Replace these thoughts I've got in my head
Cotton
In my comments
Just want all the clout
Earthquake bass face loud
What they talkin' bout
Only thing in common
With a snake I got is cotton mouth
Hit em
the street
Brown dirt, raisin' his vegetables
Brown dirt, growin' his grass
Brown dirt, walkin' down the pathway
Pickin' that cotton now I hope it is my
a cotton field away
If we could see beyond the clouds
We both might be on common ground
We met in school by court's decree
I learned real soon, you were
I’m sorry I didn’t reply
I was doing things
I didn’t think to reply
I’m sorry it was nice
I was lying on grass
With others lying squinting
I could
lowlife with his face in the grass
Ridin' home from school, in front of the bus
Not even thinkin' 'bout how Rosa Parks done it for us
How she stayed
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