Lyrics:
And what he is
Is country pure
Learned to be a mechanic
In his daddy's
Farm shop
Best welder around
For miles and miles
If you've got some trouble
With those
she got back he was licking the dish
She went to the farm shop to buy him some fruit
But when she got back he was playing the flute
She went
Authorities aware, a souring of the mood
A mob of transgressors at the entrance of the farm shop
Which side believes themselves the greater good?
Riot in
payed less than I am, and I work a farm shop in the day
cnd so I's was speakin' to a youngun boy who had a symbol sewn onto his jeans
I asked him what
the sunsets round the corner
The postman knows your name
There’s a church, a farm shop
And a place to kill your brain
Well I was staring out
alvorada
Eu sou preguiça, faço história nas madrugada
Você é Nova York, gata, eu sou Tijuana
Você de Farm Shop, eu de chinelo Havaiana
Você night hip
Você de farm shop, eu de chinelo Hawaiana
Você nigth hip hop, eu de eletro na praiana
Você é uma peça top, eu guerreiro protejo a dama
Você reclama
On the ramparts of a castle
High upon a hill
A new-crowned King
Looks down upon
Farms and shops and mills
Forest trees shelter
The harbour town below
bullshit on a plate - cherry on top
They own the cherry pickers, and the farms and the shops
We’re fighting with our neighbours over scarcity of jobs
While
somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
On the street kickin' rocks circling the same block
Green farm flat bush checking every corner shop
Tappin' people's
somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
On the street kickin' rocks circling the same block
Green farm flat bush checking every corner shop
Tappin' people's
glasses, crayons
Fridges, pharmaceuticals, houses
Trucks and boats and planes and clothes
And roads and phones and shops and farms
And your auntie’s
like piccolo
If u got da drop
What u itchin for
I got some bags and da ticket low
Shop at the farm where the chickens grow
Trap doing numbers
It’s
I'm humming
Shop from the farm I pay em in hundreds
Act like you know who the fuck you with
Act like you know who the fuck you is
Sacrifices like
rude in the place with a gun on my waist
He just might pop out slugs
With a straight arm, bullets stomp through your Phat Farm
'Til the animals jump
apply arby's
Probably just because I'm boutta be
Top seed in the farm league slugging
Car keys twist gain speed crash it
Thrift shop boot cut jean
get real when it goes down (ay, yo)
Next generation, they know my name when I get in the station
Know me from Farm, they know I'm a paygon
Know I'm
He bought a flat top, down at a pawn shop,
Spent every weekend playing them bars,
One night a big wheel came down from Nashville,
Gave him a deal
labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm 'cause
Shotguns, halter tops
A Fire bird from a chop shop
A six pack of ice cold bud
Screaming at the cop
Hey, need another cold one
Can't ya see,
wheels rolling
Traffic jam coming and going
Got a discount liquor and a skateboard shop
A five bay Jiffy Lube garage
A ten acre blacktop parking lot
the house and sell the farm
But you just can't ride the boxcars anymore
Now everybody's feeling all confused
They went to get their money and they got
I'm a poor boy from the farm land
Your father is a wealthy sailing man
If I asked you for your hand
Would you tell me no oh no no no
You're
I'm from Mississippi
Yeah we pushing p on em
But our p Stand for pimpin
Grew up in a farm house
Raised plucking chickens
They can't understand us
Cuz
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