Lyrics:
horse town"
He beat it to Daytona
The big boys laughed and said
Looks like they've turned a pack mule loose among these thoroughbreds
Colt said,
Well, packin' on back to Jackson
Eighteen-thirty-an'-six
Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules
Packin' on back to Jackson
Workin' the beaver
La coke arrive à bon port et les mules sont chargées
T'es dans l'trafic, bénéf' chaque semaine et ta puce est changée
Tu livres des kilos dans
Well, good morning, Captain!
Well, good morning to you.
Do you need another mule skinner
Down on your new mud run?
Ha, ha, hip, ee, ee
tocas te mueres, mueres
Boty no disimules, mules
Ni tú combo te quiere, QUIE-RE
Y aquí to los míos son shooters, shooters
Si me tocas te mueres, mueres
""Cumpade"" tu 'tá' vendo o que eu 'tô' vendo
""Cumpade"" olha quanto murundu
Tem ""mulé"" no salão de todo jeito
Mas vamo' repartir direito, uma pra
so full of pride
Let's make it greater again
The hes the shes the theys the wes
Yeah where's our forty acres and a mule please
The hes the shes
I'm tough as a pine knot, stubborn as a mule
And I don't do what I ought to do
But I know Someone who loves me like I am
So I roll my sleeves up, say
the worst I've ever been
Let's dance around this fire, ignite the gasoline
Your words hit harder than a mule can kick
Coming from you babe that's a little
pleases, he's dropping all the mayo
Think you know the scene? A custom mule 'ain't clean
You haven't seen nothing, you haven't seen nothing
Think you know
Get 3 coffins ready
Huh?
Listen stranger, didn't you get the idea?
We don't like to see 'bad boys' like you in town
Go get your mule. Heh, you let
Mogę być ty jesteś moją pochodnią
Robię wszystko na stopro
Bo życie jest krótkie żeby się zajebać w jakimś pierdolonym mule
Wolę wpierdalać mule i ją
I wake the next morning feeling betrayed.
I can't reach any lower
The Burden of Mules
The Burden of Mules
No no never whatsoever
You're
concerned with what everyone's doin' (Not concerned)
I get better and better with music
Put the pedal to the metal, the movement (M.U.L.E. shit)
Take my shots
loop
In mezzo al fumo con un Moscow mule
Di te non mi scorderò più
Forse ti hanno detto che non sono un re
Ma sei la regina dentro ai miei testi
Noi
them bands
Count up the digits
Don’t want no mule
I want a lamb
Watch how I whip it
We bout to get it
We bout to get it
Watch how we get it
I got this
Somebody say Blue Note (Blue Note)
Somebody say Blue Note (Blue Note)
Somebody say Blue Note (Blue Note)
Say Blue Note (Blue Note)
And where we at White Mule
Where do I find you along side myself
Got my own goods nobody else's wealth
Just us and the wagon are beating it down the road
The mules are tired
and feared for his sins
The sickenings thoughts it's been having
Well...
I've been so embarrassed in your ways
Here comes the mule, in it's self made lore
Here
for claws
A mule with a burdened soul
And hooves of coal
Command me with fire and groans
But I recall
Before we could stand on two
We stood on four
white, but still get pulled over at night, man
In the end it's all about 40 acres and a mule
if you not gon' fix the problem, then you'll always be a tool,
Marched behind the mule
Played this game a time or two
But he still don't know the rules
He's ridden on that high horse
Marched behind the mule
Played this
soon to be here again
Developed a callous soul in this world full of knives
Don't dangle the carrot, it insults my craft
I already know I'm the mule
I
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Quarante acres et une mule
Quarante acres et une mule
Quarante ans et une mulâtre. Mets-toi au service des riches
Quarante ans et une
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