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Loretta Lynn's Lincoln

Josh Turner

Your Man

2006

Lynn's Lincoln
(It's Loretta Lynn's Lincoln)
The radio was on, and we was all lipsinkin'
Ridin' 'round Nashville in Loretta Lynn's Lincoln, woo

I

to an early grave
The future took root and her children were poised
For poverty, hurt, all their hopes destroyed
See, it always results in shattered lives
When

a boat
In a river by the pharaoh's daughter
Must have been a black man
She raised him as her own son
How a black woman pass off a
White child as her own

on  the Fourth of July
That we was all free under the Lord in the sky
Cop shit we can’t afford that cost a fortune to buy
Cause our sense of self-worth is just

The minerals
Mother earth life
lessons 
cnd like
Daughters the cycles
cnd sons all loving that
Nothing short of delightful 
 
Im strong like im proud fiust up

Spending my nights in a cave
Hanging with wolves for days
Akelia show me the ways
How not to be a slave
Or end up 6 feet in the grave
At night

Baggin' a quarter key shaved
Don't be a drag and go find out
How much all that D weighed
Ironically, I'm in chains but talk
Like a free slave receive praise

the flames got all the stripes
Catch me dancing on my grave like what is life

Yeah im fresh out the pressure cooker
John the Baptist fire in the desert call

Perfect Match

Cella Dwellas

Realms 'N Reality

1996

Thinkin' in this rental blastin' instrumentals
How we first met was all on my mental
It was at Great Adventure, the 'Batman Ride'
Thought I was deaded

Damaged goods
Misunderstood
Typical nerd
Buried in hurt
Wearing wicked words

Traumatized
By the mind
Soul-sick
Mistaken
Misknown
Misfit

Projecting

half past a quarter
Cause everything i do, I do it all for My son and my daughter

Scraping by to make a change
Came from rags to riches just by Saying

Sycophantic regurgitation
As sons and daughters
Burn alive in indoctrination
Throw another nameless
Into the mass grave
Sell your souls
For minutes on a well

difference between
Gettin a man slaughtered and manslaughter
And you don't want them goons
Kidnappin your damn daughter
Tyin yo damn son up if
That money don't

think this shit is a game?
I could beat you to death for being so fucking lame
But I'm too busy taking all this money to the grave
All of my sons and my

only a promise
That's my mission my problem
Y'all sons of bitches - I'm a son of a goddess
She told me to be strong
Hit them hard like gong
And stand

Chorus:

Father/Son livin’ on the run / just a modern day love story, livin’ by the gun /
Father/Son stayin’ on the run / just some modern day

seem to be a bit tempting
But cautionary my god look at all the buried
UGH
Intangible tangled by tangible
Unimaginable, the man made animal
Kind

Chorus: 1x
Y’all thought I was done-nah shit I just begun, like I’m they pops Ima treat em like my son, way to hot bitch I shine like the sun, knew I

I used to live down the canyon a ways
A long time ago in the sunflower days
The old train tracks under wide open skys
And my dog Sam always by my

Drownin' in this rain, got me goin' through a rage
Sometimes I just hate the pain half the shit that I done seen
A make you take it to your grave but ain't

can keep the change
I do this for my gang
I ain't talking about the hood
For my five sons and two Daughters let's get that Understood
I been in good

the thots
We still digging graves for all the opps
Still playing with all these K's in all these mops
Want to get you out the way when you on top
If it's

better never hold that back
So whatchu got the cheddar still you know that's fact
You in the track sound retarded like Kodak Black
Illiterate motherfuckers

All the blues is playin

Keep on grinding
Yeah I feel it
all about yo paper

DnD on the phone
You know what I'm sayin

In the studio alone
Bout to make