Lyrics:
did stand out
Till my baby came along and stood by me
She's that shiny coat of paint
That covers up the things I ain't
Me I'm just a piece of ole
CEO go home with bonuses
Sharecroppers gotta get a loan - oh here we go again
Back up on the tractor with a hatchet and a hoe, bitch
No it don't quit -
mad and tryna run me
Over out with Gacy's tractor
Hop over, run backwards
With a knap sack of green Supreme hats
Like I was sponsored up
By the fuckin'
you know
And you do the best you can
You see the rest with the quiet faith of man.
A tractor makes its way along the fence line
And drops the seeds
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
is feelin' ridiculous
'Cause I was getting sick of this feelin'
Like I am always under attack, man
I could have stacked my sh- list to the ceilin'
is feelin' ridiculous
'Cause I was getting sick of this feelin'
Like I am always under attack, man
I could have stacked my shit list to the ceilin'
love
That's the way the guillotine claps
She's the one who's governed by contagions
That's the way the guillotine claps
She's the one who's
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Hambone Hammer where you've been
Down by
little piece of outskirt dirt
Where I'ma build a house up on a hill
I'ma put your flowers on a windowsill
I'ma drive you wild, like I drive a tractor
He got wet sat down & sink
Foot to the floor when I'm whipping
When I'm rolling just know man have bread like I'm holding a kitchen
Yeah
She got wet
to see
You've got to be bigger than yesterday...
Just to keep from gettin' behind
The little man is gettin' smaller all of the time
Why don't we take
Getting Beat
Yeah my woman gettin on my case
You know I need a little slap in the face
If we get slammed for neglectful charges
It's cuz you ain't feedin
Little girl sitting by the newspaper stand she's holding a tube of ruby lipstick in her hand
She's eyeing me funny like she's spending my money
a wicked trowel
Stuck in nouns
A verb will escape
Caught in traffic I'll be late
I'll meet you by the empty lake
Right there where we used to stay
All those
niggaz heart
He's comin on a big wheel
I'm comin on a tractor
Man take this hate
It's too late
It's called th stress factor
Some think that i'm the man
House Lights pop on one by one
Long before I see the head of the sun
It's coffee black to a tractor green
Growing food for our country
Barn lights
'man'
Now you know I understand, man
But if you're still up by the school buyin smokes
Understand that you're Shelburne
[corus]
Shelburne's what you
Summer night in Harlem man it's really hot
Well it's too hot to sleep
And I'm too cold to eat
I don't care if I die or not
Winter night in Harlem
So I pulled up and said I'm your man
I could start right now and we shook hands
He said the fence needs fixin',
The peaches need pickin'
And the cows
There's an old man sittin' on a front porch now
Talkin' 'bout how it used to be
When I was young I was a hell of a man
My father died when I was
Poor boy working like a poor boy should
I got my tractor parked out in the woods
A woman that loves me and the kids are mine
Breakin' my back still
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
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