Lyrics:
mad and tryna run me
Over out with Gacy's tractor
Hop over, run backwards
With a knap sack of green Supreme hats
Like I was sponsored up
By the fuckin'
healthy
Oh, man
I don't give a fuck bout online class
I'm so fuckin stressed
Come back to my bed
Wanna take some nap
Fallin' in a dreams
Had a beautiful
this happen? I don't have a clue
Well, I'm not the quickest tractor on the farm
I don't have any skills or grace or charm
And most people look at me
With my eyes closed and in the dark
This ol' dirt road ain't on no map
I knew the way by heart
And the house still looks the same
Though the name
factor
I want to grow old
have a kid and a place to sleep
A down ass wife
And when I die i'll rest in peece
But man that's all a dream
This donja got me
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
to this one
When I was young they always said
"The man should make a move first"
Well lucky for me in the 21st century
That balloon has burst
Early
this clean, I'm a classic man
Callin' on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah,
the man, but now i be him
You gon be salty season
And now you old Elizabethan
Bro you too old to be beefin'
If you did me wrong
When I blow up
And get all
[Intro - Sampled from "Signs"]
The startling footage we're about to show you was photographed
by a forty-two year old - Romero Valadares
This video
home
And draggin' my butt to work
With the smell of her perfume on my shirt
I'd be on the tractor she'd be on my mind
With that sun beatin' down on this
we learned
Old man in the urn let him burn!
The New creation, this flow raptured
I'm so beyond infinity none after
Adapt a brand new chapter so dapper
Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC
Live In Stereo
This field guide's got no soul
Digging for the sacred
In a man-made hole
The soil
but my own
Yes, I love my job, I raise corn on the cob
Wear a ball cap and denim overalls
I drive a tractor, and it's clanky, it was built by some
yeah)
I whip the new electric mercedes
The average 9 year old earn more then me
By sitting motherfuking babies
People saying my Songs are trash
I tell
uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
Man I can't lie
This don't look right slime
I ball, get cream (Kareem) like Abdul
Ya bars
(Jabbar) ain't off the hook like mine
Look, I'ma shine 'til
everything stays the same
The morning alarm
The sunrise and skies
The birdsong and tractors rumble by.
Time for school and the bag on my back
Quietly
Some just can't understand, my motivation and drive
Each man's gotta do, what helps him survive
This Barn says freedom, this barn speaks dreams
This
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
Drop top coupe (Bitch)
Riding with your boo thang (Skrrr)
Fuck my old bitch (bitch)
I thought we had a true thang
Sheck Wes got them bars (Bars)
I
Susie was a pearl of a woman
Jack was a golden man
She told him she'd love him forever
He gave her a wedding band
Their parents said they were
you gettin' into tonight, man?
Yo P, man, I'm 'bout to flex downtown to this club
Word, man? Yo man, that sounds cool, man
I think I'm with that,
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