Lyrics:
The black is by the fire
The lights are on the tree
Elvis sings Blue Christmas for you and me
Everything is perfect
The candles have it glow
The only
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God
She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire
Remember those days when I was young
Playing on grandpa's tractor in the sun
Wishing it would never end
Building hay forts in the heat of the barn
effected by
The bombs deployed by the US
This one's forhumanity h-U-M-A-N-I T-Y
Yes okay
They are inside, they see blood before skin
Israel Funds America,
Now my stacks bigger RIP Mac Miller only thing I miss is Hussle
It’s a cold game tighten up, tryna get em in by the bundle
Got a lotta hoes, by
And throw down a cold one or two
There's a jukebox that's full of records
By Willie, Haggard and Jones
There's a picture of Elvis and ol' John Wayne
adjustable spanner
Industry junkies
Regurgitated cabaret under the hammer
They were running the show
[Chorus]
Let's hear it for this year's thing
Come
started on the MARTA
From the West side
Y'all prolly know that by now
This is where the block hot
You might hear a glock pop
Be cool, that aint unfamiliar
Hand-me-down clothes
But you'd never know
Cinderblock gardens
Can still grow a rose
This tractor
Your laughter
Baby that's all
I'm ever after
so
Don't be fooled by his guitar and
Who really wants to fall in love in bar?
I've learned a thing or two
Walking in those boots
It's always the same
kill you the same
By hanging you over an open end flame
Or I'll leave you alive with your body parts maimed
And I'll leave you so scarred as you're
you got hit by a tractor tire
My peoples be the ones ya'll worry 'bout
When we in the buildin'
Niggas try to hurry up and scurry out
Meet you
of the tunnel
There's one thing that I should remember
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
Buggered by a priest
When you were seven years of age
The age
backwards through Hollywood Factory
We'll work for any creep
We're sucking in our tummies
And things are looking pretty great
Driving tractors through
And blood in his eyes
And he's looking at you, kid
As he races on by
So watch out for his hooves
They're going to kill you for sure
He's got some kind
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
tune that the orchestra played
But it went by me sickly and sentimental
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake
Tammy Baker's got a lot on her
more pills then Elvis
In a layer cake, half-chocolate, half-velvet
I'm listenin' to some Howe Melvin
I got too many options, there's so many toxins
Yo,
talk about silly things
And tonight I'd like to talk to you about Jesus Christ
'Cos I wonder how we'd deal if He just passed you by
I bet he'd be a star
You played the field like a tractor
Scoped for greener pastures
But you never have scored
What you've never asked for
Met someone who made me
Fields are followed by fields
The village store opens whenever it likes
I drive behind tractors that drive behind families on bikes
The neighbourhood
the things I can touch, taste and feel
The things I know I won't regret
Are the things that help me to forget
Nothing is real
Marilyn, a diptych
Taylor, Elvis
There are some that blindly and happily plow
While the tractor screams "feed me some oil"
The scraping of gears and the gnashing of teeth fall
Plowed down by a tractor
I'm blended in with fertilizer
For the zoo
Free ride, too
Straight lines from the combines
I took it as an offense
So
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