Lyrics:
boo boo!)
Where my sponge at? (At!)
He tucked it away (Yay!)
I gotta find that (Meow!)
I whack him with a belt made of felt it didn't hurt
Big booty
For tractors cutting stripes in dirt
For Old Crow Medicine Show t-shirts
For July sunburn skin that hurts
And cherry bomb red lip kiss fireworks
me where it hurts
Show me where it hurts baby
I know you see that I'm the one you need
And it's just not that I compare her to me
She cannot compete
just what it was
And your plans only can pan around love
You love him, you love them, you love her
You love so much, you love when love hurts
You
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
until they share his fate
A dog genocide I will create
They think I can be stopped
That tractor driver will be cropped
He won't be the last
I'm haunted by
trouble if you don't
Motherf**ker, there's no
Muzzle on my nose
I'm a bite back, you like that
(Hell yeah, kick it Macka)
I don't need a bike rack
I ride
Tell me nigga did it hurt? Is it worth,
all that huge amount of time that you put in the work?
Tell me nigga did it hurt? Is it worth,
all that
for us
But we were nothing
And it hurt so bad
For such a long time
That she don't want to be mine
That the sun wont even shine
Even God stopped giving
, I’ll hurt til I bleed
Feel it til my wounds start healing
Verse:
It’s you that’s been so quick, so quick to jump to the next chick
You can’t be with
future
Seems like time froze
You know it hurts
You're not by my side
There's a void in my heart
The missing piece is you
Don't blame me today
You're
on what they call the flame
Well, I read all about it in the cafe downtown
Where they got that old newspaper frame
But the rain on the roof sounds so
And every last John Deere tractor
I'll bet it all, see your call and raise
A glass with you until the sun slips away
And then we'll shoot that harvest moon
is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? The love, the love?
It just ain't the same, old ways have changed
New days are strange, is the world
Cause of that man
Five time champ
Had clamps
Plus fast hands
Foot work dumb
Up and und
Like a lap dance
Now
It’s evident
Kobe by far
Is the most skilled
nobody gets hurt
But where's the fun in that
Survival of the worst
It's the Apex Predator
I'm the boss
She's got a broken arm
I've got
stash for them rainy days
Keep a good name, that's the way we were raised on
Them main streets, them tractor seats
We put some country miles on
Them
is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? The love, the love?
It just ain't the same, old ways have changed
New days are strange, is the world
"That's a whole nug bro!"
Your mums got cancer
Put that bitch in the back of a tractor
(She gon' die)
She's a gonner
Fuck that bitch call it organ
There’s an old bench that sits by the river
In the village where we used to play
And a viaduct arches it over
Like a guardian of brickwork and clay
What's the way out?
And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
I cry sometimes about it
And girl I know it hurt but if this world was
opened by the Governor General
Back in 1952
Where I was caught with a friend aged 11, sniffing tractor fuel
We thought we were pretty cool, breaking
fight , and how we got it come all right
And everytime that you went off
You left me with no one to caugh
It's a bringing , it's a peeping
It's
for the groove, but not the groovy train
I feel the vibes, but what does that pertain?
It's how I rock the hoodies with the hoods but I never did no
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