Lyrics:
woman, I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman, don't you hear my tractor rumbling by?
Whoa!
Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
going by the at the end of the boots
He said, "I'm fucking going, I'm going! Just lower the fucking forklift quick!"
And he grabbed hold of it, so I had
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
Uh
I played tag in the auto graveyard
I looked up at the radio tower
Rag tent by the railroad tracks
Concrete poured over steel bridge
Pondered
invented this real
Been the same since my deal
If you try to say that I'm changin'
Wait for the album, see how you feel
My third album, my Graduation
sickly
Or let your lead spread incredibly quickly
I move bravely, travellin' on a horse
On the battlefield, surrounded by the lost
Of those who plotted
Tempted by the way
The way you orchestrate
The tractor beam
Now we climb up into space
To manipulate my chemistry
I was summoned
I was stolen
a redneck race
(Fuck that nigga let's slug one nigga)
Tied the bitch by his ankles to the back of a truck
Rag his ass till his body parts whip to fuck up
to be stung by a bee, that's just me
Or a wasp
Yeah, I'm being legit...
Got a clean record (you know?)
It really went from...
A joke to an album now I'm
helped out by hoeing the corn and the beans
Sometimes she would stare at herself in a mirror
And any would say, there was much to admire
Every turn
The Phoenix
The Phoenix
Aye yo what's good?
Man, this ya guy Lyfe Jennings, once again, man
I just want to start off by sayin', 'Thank you'
Sittin' here countin' the cars going by
In a hour must a been one or two
The sheets are flappin' on momma's clothes line
Its an old front porch
as the rarest
Rapper staring at your weed
Asking you to share it
Like Napster, Mainers jock tractors
Hold up rest in peace, Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Curtis
and apron, over a flame bakin'
Niggaz take it for granted until they layin' dead on the granite
Innocent bystanders get shot by standin'
Y'all better duck
as a button, but don't got fake boobs
Yes, I have a tractor, you don't like to fly
Took her on a trip to Texas, treat it like Dubai
I'm in Colorado Springs
Gon' turn to a four
Don't trap on the block if you don't belong
Straps in my jeans but
I ain't talkin' Girbauds
Box of cocaine on a tractor trailer
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
on the real Ima tell em' how I feel
Rapping too nasty Nam fitna' pass me
Run it like an athlete This right here a track meet
No wait I'm on a tractor beam
Betcha can't fuck my cowgirl, she loved fucking her cowboy
I can say anything just because, and by the way, she's a very interesting one
Betcha can't
You could love again if you walk my way, like them good old days
We can roll in mud by the haystack, riding horses till we make it back
Those
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
(Ay)
Made like 40 in the booth (Ay)
Made my mind go crazy
Talking album on the daily
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
summarizing the album for all you listeners
And Essentially what happened was there was a bee
he had to become a Better Man because he was with this bug
We
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
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