Lyrics:
Oh I'm a southern boy, I love um
I love eating grass, and
And uhm, wheat, and um, tractors
Uh
I'm caught up in the sound of it
Surrounded by doubters
The world is so big, I be feeling so small but
Everytime I fall I come back and stand tall
Yeah, Whatcha got for 'em LiRoot
I'm humbled by the news every
up by death's broom
And that your sun would set soon
Death broke into our house
And stole my tongue
It robbed you of your ears
The house is quiet
Our
the harbor lit by the stars
Anchored there, bold and proud and weaving with the waves
Was the small merchant vessel on which she'd stow away
The ship left port
confined
In wires or nine to fives
Or borderline
Suicidal and traumatized
By evil lives or knives
We let into our fragile minds
Our lives controlled by suits
think.
Yeah lets have a drink,
And turn up the radio baby!
The world is a mess I feel like dancing.
Forget all about our cares for a while.
to karma and connect the dots
Sunrise
Our new garden of Eden
And when the sun goes down you'll wanna rise with us
Dark nights
Rotten fruit by design
You
razor tag slice ya face you're it
It's I who come by drive through
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at Miami eyes blue five two
I
pick up our friends
While you're slippin' she slides
Drop top Benz gold diggers inside
Crazy what the world will do for money
Thinking that
ruled
by us
By us, you hear
By us, you hear
By pixies (By pixies)
We're pixies
Strong like Bill Bixby
We're pixies
Yeah
We're pixies
Yeah
We're pixies
sweet darling, come on down
All the way to Texas, Tennessee
These small town blues
They got me by the balls
These small town blues
Cut me off
You are now listening to bar code
Curated by Darth Bills featuring artists from across the world!
Never been a fake chain flexer
She don't call me
useless degree!
I can't pay the bills yet,
‘Cause I have no skills yet,
The world is a big scary place!
But somehow I can't shake,
The feeling I might make,
we been
While I stack my bills right, roll the dice and watch em' spin
Put my Pumas on the track and made my blue notes servin' grams
Yes I did, yes I
they breathe
Look in the smoke and you'll see
Dreams that grew wings and flew away
A broken sky mixed with blue and grey
Bills tomorrow that's due today
musical instrument
Fujara
And what's the flag?
Something white blue and red
Well add a double cross to that
And the triple blue mountains
Tatra, Matra,
this world
All the raps I turn
A couple facts on earth
Damn this life it hurts
Relick with me ridin' and we know our worth
And we know our worth
You
Sitting here thinking bout' my friendship with you
Yellow hues from the crazy things we would do
Side by side playing in the sand
Blues clues,
still be ours
Load up Old Bill's twelve-gauge and meet me by the lake
There's a place I know where nobody goes down by the old interstate
by Agent Smith (Praise God)
Still major in this, still dangerous
Still get the bills in the mail, y'all still paperless
No need for mollys and Percs
Ain't no important briefing that's meeting the needs of beings
We've been the biggest threat to world peace
Exceptionalism's our prison and the world sees
to their fate. One by one they
were thrown into the assimilation chamber where a
blinding blue spark gave evidence of their demise.
With each burst
show why'all trill, can a brother get ill
What's the deal if I still feel
like I won't kill 'cause I just can't pay my bills
And my got damn girl
our haters in a rear view uhn uhn
My eyes have seen (seen)
So many shit on the street
And I've been through places
You've never been I no be small
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