Lyrics:
I was born a ramblin' man with
Swamp water on my hand
Daddy died so young and I had
To help momma get by
So I learned how to sing those songs
I
the old donkey.
I am the deserted old donkey.
I worked hard for my master.
But now he is trying to desert me!
Run away, oh run, far away.
Run away, oh run,
a bed-ridden man
To come on out
And I said
Hey there on the camera
I'll settle any issue for my Dad
But don't stand there with your high blood pressure
Because
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
it, we get it back to split it
And Big be that nigga we be flyin through your hood
And hoodrats scopin with they eyes on my goods
See we date em like we
it
And Big be that nigga we be flying through your hood
And hood rats scoping with they eyes on my goods
See we date em like we hate em, see em like we
Tattoo the seeds you planted
Be a good friend and a brother
Love your children and their mother
And die by those living words in red"
And the old man
Yo, I been about since 4 in the morning
Same old shit, them man they’re just talking
Man just flow too lazy they bore me
Still tryna get me the crib
Met a girl by the name of Miss Fortune
Her daddy was a very rich man
He told me, "Son, proceed with caution
If you wanna take my little girl's
the lords Favor. Blessed beyond measure
(what that is) A good thing
Sold By Nette. (Hello?) I'm tryna get sold By Nette (Man this rent high af)
Sold By Nette.
I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they'd let me know
I put in my
My boss man been trippin' lately
(I don't give a fuck)
My old lady been trippin' lately
(I don't give a fuck)
Bill collectors been trippin'
by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne
up in Geneva
Oh man, I did it again, didn't I?
Destroyed his Bando with a solar flare
I'm in the club listening to the brown note
My dogs will do
kiss other bitches
My man sister like me, I don't fuck my brother sister
I just aspire your desire to be different
My ten year old plan is just one year
and don't you touch me by my hair
I was yadding down the lane
And I buck up in a old blue seem
And he ask why my eye so red
I said it's the good old
(Feels good)
Listen you can call me what you want
Black and ugly but you can't convince me the
Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You
just gotta a sort of anger against me
They wanna kill me, drive by and throw shots at my grave, it's crazy
But all gravy 'cause I'm gettin' cash money
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
Portable
Merry-go-round
To make money
And later on
My grandpa
Sold cleaning supplies
Door to door
And my grandma
Ran the kitchen
At an old age home
And she
brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way
around, and
I'm touching my fucking limbs
And I'm good before anybody called me and
Said congratulations or anything nice
It had already changed it
Wasn't
Old man river, that old man river
Ari-ari-ari ah (Ari-ari-ari ah)
Ori-ori-ori oh (Ori-ori-ori oh)
Skila-dita-dita doh (Skila-dita-dita doh)
He was
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