Lyrics:
of my buddies go to school
Well there ain't no shame in working hard
Driving a truck or in the lumber yard
Swinging a hammer won't make you a star
There
flickering, thunderstorms
Land and Liberation what I hunger for, yo
Land and Liberation what I hunger for
Fields yield fruit, more trees than a lumber yard
Bobby's help they built again
Building in a forest will
Get you on to Alaskan mills
Meadows are like lumber yards
Trees could fill
Put plaid shirts
whipped for pullin' an all-nighter
Helped tag in the lumber yard
Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers
In the stairs, man, I see it like I'm there,
I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going, mister, in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going, mister, in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
I receive my big promotion, down at the lumber yard
And my income tax return will soon be due
I just made my last big payment on my 68 Corver
I've got a Grandpa Rudd
He gave thirty years to the lumber yard
Loving his family and working hard
Got a faith like a solid rock
He's just doing
dishes clean
Planned to stay in this city for a while
For a while
Joseph ran a lumber yard
About a mile from Olive park
Quiet boy, he never had much
Dad taught me how to work hard
Hot summer in a lumber yard
I turned a wrench on my first car
Picked out some chords on the guitar
I was afraid I'd
Spread like a fire in a lumber yard
Saddle up boys,and call up the mission
A hundred strong in the providence hall
Pray boys for the prohibition
Damn
the lumber yard
I think I'll fall apart
Dying in the aisle
At my neighborhood Lowes
I look in peoples faces but
There is no sign or traces
Of why I even came
back to rapping
I'll be happy
Once mumble rap Crumbles
Hip hop is in a jumble
You can't mumble hard
With your trouble bars
Take that shit to the Lumber
clean
Planned to stay in the city for awhile (for awhile)
Joseph ran a lumber yard
About a mile from Olive Park
Quiet boy, he never had much to say
It
guard, I'll sleep
Tonight in a lumber yard in the next old town she pulls in.
Listen to rhythm of the wheels go 'round.
Hypnotic sound of the driver,
the strape againts rows
Flosh low concert looking like a lumber yard
Waving my trunk up and down the boulevard
Charge the platinum card and the visa
Carlene asked if she could marry me
Driving round in daddy's car
I gave her my graduation ring
Down by the lumber yard
I felt the violent hit of her
his yard
I got so much wood it be looking like a lumber yard
Got that dog in me, Young Lux is a Saint Bernard
White Turk when I spit
I be doing surgery
I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going, mister, in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
Now I
trees like I owned my own lumber yard
Mind my own business could probably be runnin yours
Mmmmm
I'm bout the commas if you want to sum it up
Yeah Yeah
loud
Boulevard whipping I've been sipping hard
I don't smoke but my dude got tree like lumber yards
Count the cards 21 don't hit the bar shooting stars
niggas keep it pushing dawg
N I just
Gave her wood like a lumber yard
N I just
Got fed up wit all the games n shit
N I just
Stay away from all the lames n
take a Number hitting like lighting, I Bring the thunder
I'm considered the under dog, But you get chopped more than a Lumber yard
Got more hops than
to the city, got no bounds, yeah we're gettin litty
Whatcha know about workin hard? Haulin timber round the lumber yard
Keep you bitches from afar, jaws all
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