Lyrics:
Like all of the za I be burning
We spin on top like ceiling fans
Nemo p bitch I been the man
Tractor trail with a thousand grams
Aka heavy load
Niggas
charged with electric current
And burn'em so don't, touch
Gimme room to bloom or boom impending doom
Thoughts consume man I got that
Touched panache pizzaz
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
Intro!!
Adim otuucally made
Smith
Krissboy bad man ever
Ekwe
Davidson man of the moment
Greeee rahhhhh
(Chrous by lordsmith)
Ray diary
No zuzu make
Rainstorm rollin' and an old blue Ford, tractor tires just nine years old
Hands on the wheel drivin' slow, a young man's dream
Camel Lights not much
Tempted by the way
The way you orchestrate
The tractor beam
Now we climb up into space
To manipulate my chemistry
I was summoned
I was stolen
(Uh) , a young Eric Clapton (Uh)
The all white B7 Alpina see me lamped in (Uh)
Money green sweatsuit made by
Champion a champion (Champion)
Fuck
the ladies trip and fall in love
Look at how he's riding on a tractor
A breather just to hug his little brother
Tucker doesn't need a shirt
Kickin' with his
plans witnessed a man die
Was only fifteen, should've been a beauty queen, still
See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killed
Little girl,
sign? oh yeah
Gonna make-a little love
(Make a little love)
Gonna make-a little love
(Make a little love)
Girl, when your man come home
Ev'ryday from
I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car,
But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar.
I know how to work and how ta have fun,
I'm
Yeah
Once it come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but ten cent lovin'
Hey little baby, let me light your candle'
Cause mama I'm sure
Now young bitches got it goin' on and here's a new thing,
She looks of twenty-one, but she's under eighteen,
Now picture a man with a plan, what's
on the dresser
Ain't nothin' special man, I sold it all yester'
Pull in Phipps Plaza in a motherfuckin' Tesla
Ain't no pressure when you got a little extra
Put
now
If I ((stop)) mi yuh approve
((Come make a )) play
Little touches a move
Day by day
Ah saw mi improve
Mi no back from it
Caw me know
don't grow
Oh
She said, Billy, yeah, I love the way you do that
The way I grab upon your boobs like a new man
Those stars were bright by the riverside
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
A little girl and a little guy
Are throwing rocks, killing time at recess
At a school house in the country
A little girl and a little guy
Are
and rolling out with them speakers
But for a trip down memory lane tonight, I need something a little deeper
Than S10 Chevy's or F150's
Flatbed, Dodge Ram,
Makuru
Makuru, Makuru, where's your beauty now?
Makuru, Makuru, the childhood of my years,
The wind of time has seen you die, The "Old Mans
the AM time is funds gotta get this dough
While your man's in cunch surrounded by rats and cats tryna push this snow
Recently he got 2.5 for the county
Hey yo, what up man, how you doing, bro!
Yeah- I'm good man I need to delete this bitch… yeah
She getting my nerves… yeah
I will just telling what
fine
I've walked forever down this dusty road
A life of passion accented by
The scent of a rose
And no one said it'd be easy
Man believe me I know
Cause
a little deeper in the well
My daddy used to tell me don't be fooled by what you see
If you want to get to the heart of things you gotta look way down deep
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