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Ooh Z real San too Motherfuckers thought it was a game It's a Lumberyard how I wish a nigga would Nine irons in my caddy like bitch I'm Tiger Woods I
Carry me down to the lumberyard Build me up into something that you're proud of I couldn't tell you how we got this far But I'm giving in cause I'm
on the highway in the dirty moonlight And I don't know where I'm gonna sleep tonight Parked in the lumberyard freezin' our asses off My kids in the back seat
thinking about myself And I cut my finger Walking through the rusty junkyard And I get a splinter Walking through the lumberyard Trying to find a beam
to a preacher who is blind, and I'll carve off my arms sell them to the lumberyard, and i'll auction off my ears maybe even pawn my fears. Round and round
bros What the fuck, I'm too hard for lumberyards I'm too sick for cancer sticks Built that bridge to come across A ghetto philanthropist Hustle hand
An old mans name is Johnson He had a mansion on a hill A brand new car, a lumberyard And a big ol' stack of bills Folks around these parks say he
at the lumberyard Those was the best days of my life Now it's just plain ol' hard You think you're so young and able That you're a big ol' king Just wait till you
on the ground records dog, no saint bernard I'm tryna stack more chips than a lumberyard Don't try to act hard cuz I'll pull your card Ambrxse and ruda leave you
ruckus in the lumberyard Huge hooves imprinted Red dirt, broken men No more human noise No more deforestation Human blood on the antlers
hard Broke my back down in the lumberyard But the union’s back together, Now that daddy Bernie wrote that letter Bernie Sanders is my waifu Bernie
at the C.B.S. Lumberyard On the weekend he plays a little Rock And Roll on his 100 dollar bass guitar How do you survive on those nickels and dimes his mother
Lumberyard On the weekend he plays a little Rock And Roll on his 100 dollar bass guitar How do you survive on those nickels and dimes his mother once did say
The old man comes home As the children come into play He works all day At the corner lumberyard Just to bring home a dollar He works real hard all day
style, you know it's fine and furry Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard You ain't never in the limelight, undercard Bronsonelli in the sky,
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