Lyrics:
I could go back
That's where I'd stay
With you and that little blue igloo
Sitting out by the lake
Fish till noon then work in the yard
Your ole
farmer's hands.
I said -- I hate your father, it's so hard not to strike him.
She said --You know I love you because you're so much like him.
And so I'd
you go?
Where you go?
There's a light in the sky
It was brightened by your face
I could see it in your eyes
Then it went right away, yeah
So
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh oh oh oh yeah, huh
Yeah
I got rejected by this girl, but I didn't really like her anyway, bruh
That's just what I say to my
twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
(Bongo, by the way)
Bend it over and twerk
Bend it over and twerk (ayy)
Bend it over and twerk
And pop that ass 'til it
Never walked in the footsteps of anybody else
But I'll stand by their side if it could help
Can only see the world through my own eyes
Keep myself
another apology
After three years, I'ma let it go (go)
Can't stand around cryin' no more (more)
Got your bags packed sittin' by the door (door)
I'ma
"We'll have more news after this commercial word"
(As so it goes..)
"At least I think I was here asleep...
Is it possible, conceiveable that I
stuff
Pour me a beer in a dixie cup
I'd rather be on a back 40 where you can't even hear that highway, where
Every night we're lightin' up a bonfire
go?
Where you go? (MikeWillMadeIt)
Where you go?
It was times when I seen you happy
Where you go?
It's been a minute since I've seen you smile
that thing
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Chorus:]
You finally get
off jeans and a baseball hat
Them vity girls can't do it like that
Off the chain on a Friday night
Dancin' and drinkin' ain't scared to fight
By Sunday
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
name
Yes it may not sound like much
But its where I'm from
So we drank that round and then another
There wasn't a topic in this world we did not
you were riding on a tractor
Cursing at a pastor
Who knows your mama by her name
You were southern belle chasing
Dirt road racing
Like you're running
That's where my mind will roam
To my old man's field of dreams
All he ever wanted was a simple life out west
Somewhere that the bankers hadn't bought
hurts
So good
I love the way it hurts
So good
There's a pounding in my chest
A rush of blood goes to my head
Thought I saw your silhoutte pass by
knows I'm sweet tea sippin
Ain't got no skoal in my lip
But I got a bottle to em
Whatever mama says
Yeah you know I'm bout to do it
Can't drive a tractor
Big racks in the bank
Bag it up
Big house by the lake
Add it up
Get it now I never wait
Bag it up
This is how you get paid
Bag it up
Bag it up
Bag it
a hype-beast
Till' I switch it up to country, lookin' real neat
Sneaker culture feeling weathered by my leather
Flanny shirts feel better than a logo
wrong, I love these songs,
An' I know I've got it made.
Sometimes my mind starts driftin',
When I'm up here on the stage.
To that last half-mile
You really think you know me
I do this all by my lonely
Only the people that know where you be at can hurt you so watch for yo homies
I’ll be in hell
put the shoes on a Navigator
Size twenties that could kick it like a soccer player
Been a player since Freeze Pops, nigga, 'Now 'N Laters'
I used
Girl, I know that it's not fair
What I put you through
You can't understand
But you love me like you do
You say, "Tell me where it hurts"
And I say,
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