Lyrics:
And I got her chopping on the wood like a lumberjack
Feeling like a favorite song way she tell me run it back
Every time I'm down bad you started up that
don't need an elephant to tie your shoe
Oh me, oh my! What'll I do?
I can' find a lumberjack to pour my milk
But I know what, and so do you
I don't need
hit the road as well
Better rocker than a Lumberjack
Downed trees now time to pay back
Had number ones on the hit parade
Then gave away the money
I can play you a song on a strumstick
I can play you a song
I can cut wood for the fire
I can cut wood for the fire
I can tell you a poem so softly
Get in there
Get in there
Run that
We on the wall like a thumbtack
I'm in the sun like a lumberjack
This ain't a hat this a sun cap
My style is
match And why they fake?
Cause they thought I was a lumberjack I just got a fade
I'm bout to cut up on them bitches, bout to get a raise
Cause I'm goin'
on (Nuh-uh, yeah)
I don't ever drink or get high
How you think I make so many good songs? (How did it happen?)
Sit down, be humble
Take the grill out so you
lately been feelin' like the lumberjack (fuck 'em)
They really got me fucked up, and I wasn't goin' for none of that (none of that)
She the type,
on (Nuh-uh, yeah)
I don't ever drink or get high
How you think I make so many good songs? (How did it happen?)
Sit down, be humble
Take the grill out so you
wassup my baby
Im glad i get to see this woman
you know that she is my lady
when im down i pick her up
hope she dont hear this song
everyday
Run it back
Run it back
Rewind
We say ayo ayo ayo
Had to hit her 3 times
Throw that big ole behind
Run that back on rewind
Styles
All my songs
the woods, no lumberjack
He was flexin' like he him, hollows ate his pack
Always making diss songs, nigga, you should try and get back
My brother say he'd
If this your favorite song, run it back
Everybody sing along, run it back
Stop playin', run it back
Can't hear what you're sayin', run it back
If
Chorus
Fly Away With Me Float Thru Club On My Marijuana Wings,
Snapping My Fingers To This Song With My Hand On My Drink,
You Can Tell That I'm
number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
here I go (pussy nigga, here I go)
Here I go, here I go
They be swinging on a trapper like a lumberjack
I'm doper than a drum full of crack
I get it
to rock-rock
Don't stop hobbes, I knock like the lumberjack chop chop
The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive
Curse my circus, serve this surface
your rhymes sound like they
Was written by Clear Channel i used to
Drive through 50 states and hear 50 flows
Now every city knows the same song
It's just
the forest and
No one is around, does it really make a sound?
That's romantic and profound, but now
We're like lumberjacks holding the axes that brung it
yo something new 2020 pandemic social distance listen up...
Moon in stars, Sextile Uranus... this song is making us hip hop famous. Get with this
stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop
The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive
Curse my circus, serve this surface
And watch
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
Gotta start this song off right so I'll lead with my left foot
Love what I'm doing with my life I'm feeling blessed good
Gotta stand still with
I love those songs you made
Wild rose in the pouring down rain
Big fire burning up in flames
To know you is to be forever changed
I am glad it
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