Lyrics:
that thing
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Chorus:]
You finally get
Oh I'm a southern boy, I love um
I love eating grass, and
And uhm, wheat, and um, tractors
Uh
I'm caught up in the sound of it
Surrounded by doubters
off jeans and a baseball hat
Them vity girls can't do it like that
Off the chain on a Friday night
Dancin' and drinkin' ain't scared to fight
By Sunday
name
Yes it may not sound like much
But its where I'm from
So we drank that round and then another
There wasn't a topic in this world we did not
hurts
So good
I love the way it hurts
So good
There's a pounding in my chest
A rush of blood goes to my head
Thought I saw your silhoutte pass by
That's where my mind will roam
To my old man's field of dreams
All he ever wanted was a simple life out west
Somewhere that the bankers hadn't bought
knows I'm sweet tea sippin
Ain't got no skoal in my lip
But I got a bottle to em
Whatever mama says
Yeah you know I'm bout to do it
Can't drive a tractor
Big racks in the bank
Bag it up
Big house by the lake
Add it up
Get it now I never wait
Bag it up
This is how you get paid
Bag it up
Bag it up
Bag it
You really think you know me
I do this all by my lonely
Only the people that know where you be at can hurt you so watch for yo homies
I’ll be in hell
Girl, I know that it's not fair
What I put you through
You can't understand
But you love me like you do
You say, "Tell me where it hurts"
And I say,
wrong, I love these songs,
An' I know I've got it made.
Sometimes my mind starts driftin',
When I'm up here on the stage.
To that last half-mile
a hype-beast
Till' I switch it up to country, lookin' real neat
Sneaker culture feeling weathered by my leather
Flanny shirts feel better than a logo
the South Bronx, nine years later
Ain't nuttin' changed, niggas still playa haters
Ts the best that's done it, forever live and never front it
Reminisce
put the shoes on a Navigator
Size twenties that could kick it like a soccer player
Been a player since Freeze Pops, nigga, 'Now 'N Laters'
I used
Okay I'm Rambo I ramshack
I'm next to that cheese like rat traps
On top of that green like grass ass
That's over y'all head like snapbacks
I get it
(The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love
It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love
new
It really hurts to be hurt by you
Lost my job to no one
Lost my baby to another man
That's what I get for going to 'Nam
Give my life to my country
why
She telling me the hurt
I really don't care
Lil mamma I'm jerk
When it comes to the bedroom
I'ma hit it where it hurts
Lil mamma like it sloppy
fun
And all that shit we've done
Where the good times gone?
Well, I still don't know
Out in the back in the old corn field
Underneath a tractor
attacked them why
He done it right in front of the
Phone lines popping yeah
You know it could never be sewed like a tractor
Sewed like a tractor
Was a waiter
door
Just remember, remember
These simple words that I brought
Soon it won't hurt half as much
No, it won't hurt half as much
No, it won't hurt
heart
You want me to twist it (for ya)
A little bit (little bit)
Twisted (tell me where it hurts)
Where does it hurt
Tell me where to kiss it (kiss
Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
were
Mile 20 South and two red tractors plow the fields
Will I really keep that promise to break or break it down
Sometimes the shit you've done
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