Lyrics:
lovin'
Can rearrange your life
And when we get it together, girl
You can be my wife
You see, I got this forty acres
Down by the Johnsons' creek
I
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
Dreams are coming
And it’s coming very soon
Album Mode on reboot
We’re on our way to the moon
It’s only been a minute, but it only been a month
Album
I'm thought erasing All the bad times
That I had, raging
Facing what I have Put me out dazed and
Fazed by what I had Left me all razed in
Not crazed
festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace
racing
When I'm thought erasing
All the bad times
That I had, raging
Facing what I have
Put me out dazed and
Fazed by what I had
Left me all razed in
Not
Anything is possible if Gucci can do it (it's Gucci)
Tractor trailer full of kush, bet Gucci could move it
Used to drive a Buick, now a Rolls Royce (right)
an house three times the size of my old one
And I pretend that it don't matter
Passed Oliver Bonas in the Chelsea tractor
You can't be splashing, you
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
down the hill
Perfume, Priest and pot smoke hung heavy in the air
When Rudy rolled by us, I swear I heard somebody cheer
He rolled up on that IROC
to my favorite spot
The one down by the greens
I'm drivin in my big old truck
The best she's ever been
Got my babes in the back
My beer up front and my
There's peanut dust and corn husk drifting through the air tonight
The marching band's warming up under the football lights
There's tractor
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
I drove a beat up tractor down a one lane road
Pick her up early and away we'd go
Down to the river by the edge of her daddy's farm
We used to lay
Mieliśmy już tyle szans by kim innym być w życiu
Ile z nich zmarnowałem to nie dowiem się w życiu
Teksty o piciu nie są wyssane z palca
Tylko z
dzieciaka który by nie obdarł pyska
Na tych boiskach robiliśmy bramki z bluz
Nikt nie miał komputera ale każdy miał luz
Wiesz a po co właśnie wychodziło się
album co gary pobije
Inna niż wszystkie inna niż zwykle
Inna niż byś się spodziewał w skrzynce
Ruszamy z piskiem zawistne mordy zostawiamy z kwitkiem
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea
Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33
Old Glory waving at you
As you're driving by the court house
on cents, I'ma wrap it 'round them
And first I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them rat chicks
I drove a beat up tractor down a one lane road
Pick her up early and away we'd go
Down to the river by the edge of her daddy's farm
We used to lay
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
Ever had the feeling of pleasure
Ever felt your eyes get shot
So fall into the tractor
right here
Tractors and combines out in the cold
Sheds piled high
With the wheat we ain't sold
Silos filled with last year's crops
If something don't
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