Lyrics:
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
the majority
I'm two steps ahead while they plotted it
Plans of a posthumous O'hene Savant by their operatives
Highly evolved software that manages
To perform
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
Just an old country boy, wearing my Osh-Kosh boots
Walked by the trailer factory, every day on my way to school
And early on in life, the only
the head I nick named her vicious
D-O-P-E in swishers
Got bitches by the sisters
I love all my brothers we fuck baby mothers
But due to the fact that
They
JEANS!!
[Chorus]
Best believe we get high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get fly, nigga la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get
to the factory
I mean practically, the shit is whack for me
Mama bear, finally out of hibernating
Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating
[Repeat 1 (2
laid back in the cinnamon Range
Two decades and ain't a damn thing changed
Keep my girl, in strawberry swirls
You can taste it, my instict's basic
Then they call their friends, then they call their friends
Everybody in the party, so we can all get in
Good god, we just on to the factory
Two bitches,
My brother said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along
She'd
his father Harry
Get suckered by something called "New Manure"
But that shit the farm could not endure
Grandpa Seis said "stick to old manure"
He said
still wishing that you would change
Wishing you felt the same but all you do is play
Wishing you look my way but you don't notice me
Factory reset my
cookie cutter
Labels make their bread and butter in a factory
What happened
What happened
What happened hoe
What happened
What happened
What happened
Shit
Greeted by ones so welcoming
Then there was one about a Christmas factory
Different seasons in my life
Don't know how to write about it
Contrary to factory
Smoking on some green leaf
Your ex wanna be me
She need me they watch me like a TV
The green TT cherry pie by my fingertips do you see me
And I
To Different Divisions
Littered With Pseudonym cctors
No Fewer Than 2 Letters
Confusing Viewers With ccronyms
Backing Them Into Businesses
cnd Back Into
One, two, three, four, five, six
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
I don't want to spend
armed with chewing gum and fine nylon hose
By a bicycle factory as they sounded the siren
And returned into the dance hall she knew he was the one
One, two, three, four, five, six
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
I don't want to spend
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I
trucks
Two men say they're Jesus, one of them must be wrong
There's a protest singer, he's singing a protest song - he says
'They want to have a war
factory of cheesecake
But you my dessert, no need for a plate
At MGM its getting real late
You booked a room and not by mistake
We get to our suite
Everyone vaguely knows
That they want to be wealthy
But they don't have
A good set of principles
To do it by
Wealth is then thing that you really
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