Lyrics:
Mobile home... My mobile home.
My mobile home.
I take easy, small, and slow.
I hang around till its time to blow.
I take easy, small, and slow.
when I come home about sun up this mornin'
Well, I detected somethin' mighty strange
Her and the car and the mobile home are gone boys
I was takin' off
when I come home about sun up this mornin'
Well, I detected somethin' mighty strange
Her and the car and the mobile home are gone boys
I was takin' off
accommodation
We'll make plans from mobile homes
The slow boat's moving with the tide
Drifting far from shore
It's the nature of this country life
born and raised -
In a trailor court -
Mobile Home -
Filled with foam -
Polyester catacomb -
Mobile Home -
My neighborhood's got the distinction -
Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses
From mobile homes
Plant life
My life
Still life in mobile homes
Plant life
My life
Still life in mobile
On the road, I'm never home
I been livin' on the road, I think I need a mobile home (a mobile home)
In high school, I wasn't strong
Now I'm in the back
Yeah shout out Trent
(Trent you wild)
I was sleeping in a mobile home
Splurging all my money acting like I'm grown
I need some help 'cause lord
you can call that mobile phone
I heard you was down bad broke in a mobile home
(I heard you was down bad broke in a mobile home)
(I heard you was down
We gon ball like Karl Malone
We gon ball like Karl Malone
Invested in a mobile home
Yeah yeah
We gon ball like Karl Malone 'fore He call us home
I’m
a tip from me
I'm givin' hobos high fives...haha
Get a mobile home or a
Truck with a bed
'n' Go someplace
That you've never been
Take a lil time
'n' See
morning
Now I detected something mighty strange
Oh, her and the car and the mobile home were gone boys
She was takin' off while I was a carryin' on
Now
Love is alone
Disconnected satellite
Spinning cycles on 90
On an empty drum
Love is alone
Still holding on
In my mobile home
Love is alone
No
on 'em, just wept (swerve), give a bitch, who ain't a lesbo (lesbo)
Put a bag on your block though (block), cold stash to a mobile home (woah)
Burnt
Ain't no tellin' where I'm heading now and I accept it
Mama smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile home
On the road again papa lives like a rollin'
peace with the inner child from the mobile home
Now I am handing back the medals that you pinned to my chest, we're at war, it's nit safe out in the open
phone
I don't know what you niggas smokin' on
Plus my closet got a upstairs
Mobile home on top of mobile home
I go to sleep with a Rollie on
I start
phone
I don't know what you niggas smokin' on
Pull my closet got a upstairs
Mobile home on top of mobile home
I go to sleep with a rollie on
I start my
company promise I'm not alone
Bad to the bone
We got the choppers in back like a mobile home
Mask & a chrome
I'm bout to load up a clip & its 30 long
Pack
I can't spend forever
In this room alone
It's only a matter of time
'Till we can be together
In our mobile home
Caravan
I can't spend forever
These mobile home on a Möbius strip highway to the moon blues
The light is whispering
And a blushing river swoons
But I keep on pushing this shit box
être un baume
Pas un simple enduit comme applique sur un mobile-home
Que je sois détruit dans le carnage d'un pogrom
Si je n'atténue pas le bruit des
to get me a mobile home
Still ain't known, what the fuck is really going on
Put my youngin in the trap, he can't leave until them o's is gone
He ain't got
Once had a goal, put 1000 bowls in a mobile home
Treat my bitch in givenchy, never talked on a mobile phone
Heavy check coming right now, trap fat
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