Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
'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
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
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
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
to get on and move the tractor every time
And this way, of course, the horses will always go ahead
Sometimes you get trouble gettin them to stop, but
There's peanut dust and corn husk drifting through the air tonight
The marching band's warming up under the football lights
There's tractor
nobody else, yeah (need nobody else)
Little miss got her own change, yeah (own change)
Little miss I-Don't-Need-A-Man, yeah (need a man)
Little miss
Katie is A Tractor
One man reads the stacks of books
One fills the coffee vendor
On a hall one corner past the coldest blast of winter
(He says) "I
ain't gon' find
My daddy's tractor turned on it, his daddy bought and he owned it
Grew up and I grow shit on it, come on it, come on!
Can I get an uhhh
yellow tent by the frozen tractor
The music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played "Stavin' Chain"
And Mighty Tiny on the saw
And he threw his
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
A little tin man
Like a stick-figure tractor-bug
Has a fetish, has a plan
Find senior citizens and pull the plug
Tryina be sneaky but the iron bolts
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