Lyrics:
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
future depends on this year's crop
He can't afford another year's flop
So says the man down at the bank
He's got a wife and four kids to feed
The bills are
on my playlist
Typin more rhymes in my mobile
All while givin credit to the Most High
Who controls our lives at all times
So I try to walk by faith
and they all go commando
Then we got pulled over by the 5-0
Fuck the Po-Po
I just turned around and said aight
You know where the coke go
Stuff it like
Hit you like a tractor or a Lin backer
Straight From the packers Nigga I'm a hazard Nigga You a hacker a long lost bastard you on fear factor so I
touched by anyone
Dear God
My mother's legs throb bad
Ma religiously rubs ointments on them
Like she is scrubbing grime from her bathtub
She repeatedly
another minute
In this same-old story purgatory
Stop the torture old man
And please don't be myself from the future!
If it was a dog bark or a screaming
redneck song
Man, If it don't have the words Hell Yeah
Then turn the damn thing off
Yeah, I need a redneck song
I need a bottle throwin', tractor towin
Written and recorded by Hank Snow
(spoken)
Well howdy boys, howdy, man, man it sure seems like a long time
Since I last rode down this old trail.
voodoo, [unknown]
The bright shiny ass catapults to Earth, hittin' the gas tractor
With a blast exploding earthward fear
Knowing we're not the only
roads have faded
This goes out to all of you all on top of the game
Who watch the poor man rise and fall
All the bricks in the hood are down
And all
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
in
Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time
This here's the song about old man Carroll Shelby and how he whooped them at Le Mans,
This here song ain't about old man Ferrari cuz Enzo was
English - An old man
An old man stands far up on an hill and looks
Quite calm and rigid out to sea
He is quite old and grey, but lean and erect
Only his
these rocks this creek?
Raton Canyon by name pours
Coyote leaves & old Pomo bones
& old dust of Tomahawks
into your angler'd maw
My salt maw shall
blowin' big backwoods, I don't want no tails
I can Count it with my eyes closed, man, the money brail
Money gettin' old as hell, why the fuck this shit so
He waited for the joy
Now this world may change around him
But he just can't change no more
'Cause he's an old hippie
And he don't know what to do
the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way of us)
That's the way the devil wants it so it is
for a man to die alone than by a wicked wife
Is this how it's supposed to be
Times are tough but we are too
If you try to cross my family
I'll put you
It's not true, it's not true
That's why this old man's blue
They say when you pass 60 you don't have to go by bike or train
The car you always wanted
long
Niggas want my swag give it back cuz its so old
Took so long, took so long
Just to get this feeling man this shit took so long
Bitches wan my
Oh who did this beat mehnn
Andre the great man did the beat mehnn
Who are the great men ZGR for real
We the great men for real ZGR for life
Life
(All this anger...)
That I provoked by being gangster...
(Being ganstger...)
Now I just mope and let it linger...
(Let it linger...)
Man, I'm sick
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