Lyrics:
Mirror of the skies
Water still as salt
Hides the face of treatery
Which misled us all
The merchant lost her stock
The farmer lost his land
Gather
property, stock and farmers.
Make them regret I am still alive.
Chorus
There was only one person that did not fear me.
Mungo mick of the jalngangurru
He did
unknown to me
Who the planter is so I just nurture and feed
And I tend to my stock like a farmer to sheep
I may grow never knowing but I'll be at peace
is menacing
But so is karma
Developed armor
Now I'm tryna raise my stock like a farmer
Really thought you'd break my heart, but I got options
Y'all
shit
Boy I got this and my city too
We in Bridgeland Over Easy for the food
Hit the farmers market stock up on a couple fruits
I love the pineapple
on the block
Got my radishes in stock
You can call me farmer Cain
Feed your horses with my grain
You can find me on the farm
With your daughter in the barn
Mmm
socks
Watching the stocks
Fluctuate make it drop
Farmer just watching the crops
Yachts on the dock
Captain of ship, in the war
I’m like who the fuck is
stock
I go to the local farmers' market
It's a heavy trading at the auction barn
I can get more motivation from old timer's conversation
Then I ever got
Are melting pots
For Farmer John's
Smoked Sausage stocks
Worms make the dirt
And the dirt makes the earth
And all of the roots have a place to sleep
Or melting pots
For Farmer John's
Smoked Sausage stocks
Worms make the dirt
And the dirt makes the earth
And all of the roots have a place to sleep now
All
Wigley
Barbacoa
Turn that cop to coroner
We in concert Mack performing Pop
Scammas, drankstas, gangstas
Seeds for farmers only drugs in stock
We ain't
Wigley
Barbacoa
Turn that cop to coroner
We in concert Mack performing Pop
Scammas, drankstas, gangstas
Seeds for farmers only drugs in stock
We ain't
Do the maths we afi touch the road fi look the cash.
Do the maths big up the farmer man weh plant the crop
Do the maths big up the shop keeper with
The high grade weh man ah look for
Mi stock it by the pound, yeah
When babylon a come around
Ask them, "Weh dem a go search for?"
Ever since the herbs
The high grade weh man ah look for
Mi stock it by the pound, yeah
When babylon a come around
Ask them, "Weh dem a go search for?"
Ever since the herbs
My dad is a cattle grazer on the wide prairie
Forty thousand head of cattle graze the dry country
Her dad is a small town farmer by the name of Brown
should decline the booze
And stIck to supportin' the stocks that I own
As there ain't nothin' better than a farmer's homegrown
And wouldn't ya know it
Ask
family now
Walking and having fun
A farmer saw his head behind a wall
And reached for his gun
He was paranoid for foxes had been
Chewing up his
of the old clock that used to mock
You got eternity for takin' stock
This place is like a padlock
You look shocked
Trust me, nothing ever moves but
of the old clock that used to mock
You got eternity for takin' stock,
This place is like a padlock
You look shocked.
Trust me, nothing ever moves but
of the old clock that used to mock
You got eternity for takin' stock
This place is like a padlock
You look shocked
Trust me, nothing ever moves but
soda
I got more land than your granddad when he was a farmer
Dissing PhorHead? Fill you more lead; meet my quota
I got six hands holding big bands; all
shaking, I let a round go
From the .223 polk stock powder load, bye bye
I was born this way, who am I to be ashamed
It's the Indian blood in the poor
of the old clock that used to mock
You got eternity for takin' stock
This place is like a padlock
You look shocked
Trust me, nothing ever moves but
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