Lyrics:
a little mental, baby that's no big deal
small town, big dreams ... that's just me
i don't know, i don't care, if my curtains match my underwear
got
the bushes that grew berries for me and the crows, trampled down by big machines carrying heavy loads
When I look at all the houses and the duplex model
Got big shit around me, baby
Put some chains around your neck
Come on little shawty, you know I got checks on me for sure
I got some cash to blow (woah)
should be
Everything these women think they seem to be
Every king needs his queen right by his side
It's just us against the world baby you and I
You are
Rap slate like big grate
You buy, I sell, we split big cake
Uh uh, just move your little thing
Move it around and shake your little thing
Uh uhh yo
thinking rough sex hit it out the ballpark
One shot, two shot
Got your little ass too drunk
Big booty on her
Told her back that ass up like Juvi
Oh yeah,
beautiful?
So many things that you could see,
The Rocky Mountains,
The redwood trees,
Small town,
Big town USA,
Somewhere down some old highway
When you’re
And I'll never ever doubt myself
Know I'm on my own so I can barely go and ask for help
Why the fuck would I wanna ask for help
Been thugging it by
diggin' down under the hood
After clearin' a path to the water pump, and takin' a four hour break,
By hour 27 we were all good, And we sailed
From little
was always well
He planted his corn in the month of June
And by July it was up to his eyes
Come September, came a big frost
And all the young
a small town girl, with her whole life packed in a suitcase by her feet,
But somehow the lights didn't shine as bright as they did on her mama's TV screen,
on fresh
And headed into town so it could paint the city red
The pub was poppin’. The club was louder
Forgot his wallet so he snuck by the bouncer
The subs
had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
[Chorus]
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Gurindji were
had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
[Chorus]
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Gurindji were
the fuckin' gayest in the city
I be suckin' KeShaun's man titties
Yeah
Wah
Mm, you know we gay, you know we fuckin'
You know we faggots
We big Twinkies
Oh, by
She
She came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten
By everyone
And she
She worked and she slaved so hard
Big old field
Luther King Drive
Dusty little hood niggas love my raps
They identify with me
They can relate to that
Big gin gallon, little black strap
Put you to sleep
have found us more out in the town
Fucking around
Putting our names into the pavement when we pee on the ground
This album is a classic
Jurassic Park
to the knowledge that your God Yahweh's Hebrew Israelite children
Our opponents keeping us caged in
Whether locked in the big house or the little one under Cains kin
garbage
All y'all need to stop it
When my album drop
You need to cop it
They say I sound like Tech N9ne
With fucking Logic
Mix a little bit of Eminem
With
at the Bensoir
And Charli's in a black dress
Got her hair rare and down
And every eye in town
Big price
Cause if it ain't from his light
Once every hand is shook
Hollywood
Last Time I checked Carolinas was hood
Last Time I checked Little Rock was hood
Last Time I checked Nap town was the hood
But them rappers
I ain' gon' lie I be getting a little emotional
Go head record it out
I be getting a little emotional when I be doing this but,
It's him with that
a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we
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