Lyrics:
While drivin' a herd of cattle out in old Nebraska way
Headin' east at Broken Bow on a hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha we hoped to find
[Verse 1: KaSe]
I'm slipping and I'm stumbling like I can't see
I'm blinding by my dreams/ Every time that I reach
Crossover on me/ Knock me off my
On that till the end yeah
This feel like the one
Tbh feel like I won yung
Real though cause I said so
You lunchin homie
Kill moe
Verse 1
This could be
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
Kansas, they so outlandish
Up in Nebraska, I know whatcha after
Bubble baths and Budweiser, joy and laughter
A good ol' boy that's not tryin' to gas ya
Well the moon moved past Nebraska
And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills
And angels danced on Jacob's stairs
Yeah, they danced on Jacob's
colonies,
Shout 'em, scout 'em, Tell all about 'em,
One by one till we've given a day to ev'ry state in the U.S.A.
Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas,
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
I laugh by myself
I talk to myself
I think about ways to kill my fuckin self
I'm probably not the first rapper
That tried to kill them selfs
This shit
Moe these niggas fake as shit and aight
No need to ask me why
We can bet whatever moe
These niggas fake as shit
They know exactly what I mean
No need
Blues on moe blues bitch I need that
Give a fuck bout what you sayin' fuck yo feedback
If that bitch ain't bout her money ima leave that
But if
Locked him in a 6 by 9 but they couldn't trap his spirit
That nigga so strong he make me look weak
Wanted to cry in my cell when it was meat loaf week
That
you gotta know
What we had is what we had
It don't live here no moe
I done got tired baby
I can't do this here no moe
See I done built up
The strength
Eeny meeny miny moe
Shoot a nigga with this pole
Who will i decide to kill today
I do not fucking know
Wack him like a mole
Choppa bullets give him
Jamming Big Moe while we sipping on Barre
Knocking pictures off the wall
I want gold plaques on my wall
They hear us fore' they see us now they know
Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
[Intro: Big Moe]
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side
[Big Moe]
Know what I'm talking 'bout, trying to get these on paper ma, let you know
I'm out here trying to make it happen for me and you baby,
Can't do it to you
Been to Nebraska, I've been to Rome
I've walked the desert and swam below
Climbed many mountains, traveled the skies
I've been
She comes down from yellow mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska
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