Lyrics:
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
leg, lookin' at Barbara, her sister got a nice bubble
I used to fuck her while she was seated by Bags from Brooklyn
He drove a Jag', she cut me off when
to pay
We got nothin' figured out
When it was hard to take
Yes, yes
This is what I thought about
Do you remember, we were sittin' there by
on Monday to fix the door and patch the wall
They say she just went crazy the night she got the call
He was up in Wyoming and drew a bull no man could
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
'm the man, I invented rubber bands
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was over, that Henny and cola got me like a soldier
She ready
She got pictures of her last man, all in her trash can
She focus just hopeless, you too much like her past and
She in a mind state where her grind
cause I order
Up the ones by the motherfuckin' pound
Plus just chase after the motherfuckin' paper
Cha-cha-chasin' after motherfuckin paper
Let's just
she lays her head
I'm the last word that she said
Sail on by silver moon
I won't follow you this time
I've got heaven in my arms tonight
I'm the man
That house on the hill is long gone
Now she's living in a trailer with an Astroturf lawn
Got three little kids and no one to help
Trying to be
today
Saw a couple walking by they were holding hands
Man, she had that glow
Yeah I couldn't help but notice she was starting to show
Stood there
And I wondered why she was alone
Every man watched her as she swayed on by
The way she was looking every woman could cry
Then I saw her sit down with
'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
"Blast for me" the last words from my
to pay
We got nothin' figured out
When it was hard to take
Yes, yes
This is what I thought about
Do you remember, we were sittin' there by
it, really, really need St. Tropez
You best believe it that I got to get away
I got a sister, man she really got a pin head
She think she kinky but
We got so much to be happy about.
I got a woman standing beside me
She really knows how to stand by her man
She's strong and she's soft and she's
the lucky man? I don't have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood
the lucky man? I don't have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood
her final exit line
He waited much too long
But by the time he got his courage up she was gone
Then he screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm a family man
I am an architect
Of days that haven't happened yet
I can't believe a month is all it's been
You know my paper heart
The one I fill with pencil
locker room jokes
[Chorus]
It was Bobbie Ann Mason, back in high school she was way too cute
She was way too cool
How was I gonna get an education
baby, all at sea
Say she want to come again
Feelin' like a paper cup
Floatin' down the storm drain
Got myself a sailin' boat
But I can't afford
time
I said, "Man, come on, I got a place in mind"
We pulled up at a bar right off the Georgia line
Walked in, hell, his eyes got wide
And when his
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