Lyrics:
it's go time man I see all green like a grass pasture
I'm a humble southern boy, but I never been pushin' tractors
I'm too high talkin' to God now,
believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back
know I'm that man, on a motherfuckin' mission
Money in my hand and I spend it like it's Christmas
Workin' on the brand, cause I'm all about my business
Spring break tattoo, you knew better
Like the man in the moon that age old sun-setter
Makes the best shine and the world go 'round and 'round forever
So
Fire enuff to spit wit ya favorites
Indy or signed bra
This shit dope bet u sniff a line up
Watching narcos making plays
Wit a bitch bad as da old
Bill Thaxton was an ex ranger
One of the bravest by far
It's said that old Bill was
The fastest man ever
To pin on a ranger's star
Stories about him
that you've been told
Even if I'm right or wrong you still damaging my soul
All these fucking love songs man this shit is getting old now
Getting old now
up my bro
(Hey hold up, how many you want?
I'm finna meet you right there man, by that cut off 78th and Caselin, aight?)
Young nigga still serving
I'mma steal this land
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black
on the floor
Brought one of me out to her old man
'Fore you asked to put that rock on her hand
All the crazy things we been through
In this dry on Sunday
too cool, ten foot tall, and bulletproofllI was high on a tractor, and hell on wheelslTook off on it one day, through my old man's fieldlHeadin' north,
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
a young OG
I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street
Elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
Who Shot Ya? The Big Poppa spitty
name
My hometown's harvest lights, shinin' bright every night
Sure beats them city lights, and man I sure miss them
Out on this lonely road, dreamin'
surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls
wasn't forcing passion, man I'd be great
Hate leads to suffering, it's full upon my plate
Can't even stomach this shit like I just ate
Lately I've been
from anyone
I wanna saddle up and ride away into the setting sun
Yeaaaa
I’m gonna wear my cowboy boots
And skull tattoos
Turning every head in the old
you were still next to me
I watched the British Open and how gallantly he fought
But the old man missed the final shot and I knew that we were lost
the God fearing man I am I decided to pull over to the side of the road and offer my assistance to this friend in need
And he said hey fella don't look so
her man
Teardrops burned her cheeks
For she'd thought she'd heard the shadow had left this land
The old man's back again
The old man's back again
her man
Teardrops burned her cheeks
For she'd thought she'd heard the shadow had left this land
The old man's back again
The old man's back again
I was pulling back in this drive-by town|Wasn't sure if I was dropping in or sticking around|When I saw you jumping off of that no cab
the street Guess who's tailing from behind
He's got a tractor
So i follow after tackle by
Surprise
You got knocked the fuck out Better stay the fuck down
You
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
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