Lyrics:
the old man thank God He purged it
Transformed by love I didn’t even deserve it
I was a fiend for the devil with no purpose
But then God fired them shots
told me it's over, it's never the end
My girl a six, but her mom a ten
Daddy raised me to be a good man
On my white skin I've got a farmer's tan
This is
to my favorite spot
The one down by the greens
I'm drivin in my big old truck
The best she's ever been
Got my babes in the back
My beer up front and my
the Brickyard, Charlotte and Darlington
You could feel it in your chest when they let those horses run
With my old man in the stands as the crowd cheers
We had
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
of this fucking shed man
Visions from the past I just won't erase them (I don't want to)
All you can ask for in life is opportunity
Patience is the greatest
addicts
Unless it is that one percent
But there still is no one like him
Man fuck this shit
Imma farm this shit become a pharmacist
On my tractor shit still
"What do you think is going on here?"
The old man said from his chair
"Do you think this is anything new? Now look here son
This is just like it was
platinum, and start crossin over
Then you get fall, I won't give examples
HINT HINT, they use the same old samples
But not the Sheep
for we are sleek
business
Rather than their own
I don't understand but I'm heading straight for this town
I might just be going back
Back to my old hometown
This is gonna be
helped out by hoeing the corn and the beans
Sometimes she would stare at herself in a mirror
And any would say, there was much to admire
Every turn
to follow her dream
I saved up enough to buy her one small diamond
That's the year that old tractor broke down
And the dreamhouse I promised her still lies
old bird's dead
Glory glory, Hallelujah
Wish you'll do this, hope that'll do ya
Don't look at me like there's something I shouldn't have said
Just
Ridin' with my brother's in an F-150
Sorry if I'm off I'm really fuckin' tipsy
Four by four with some big ole' titties
Kenwood's bumping and I'm
her like
That ’cause I did fuck her" Damn!
This is the type of shit
That a man never wants
To find out while he's locked up or maybe so
’cause only God
feels good
(Amen) woo
(Amen) guess I'm lucky
(Amen) some of us don't get a second chance
(Amen) but I ain't blowin' this one
(Amen) nah, man
(Amen)
and drinking all my beer
It might be motor oil but I dont wanna hear
It
Im just a chicken
In this rotten old machine
I don't know where you went
cnd I don't
of a whore
Always wanted by the law
Wouldn't you like to know?
Wouldn't you like to know people?
Great King Rat was a dirty old man
And a dirty old man
with me
Everybody take this
Let me make a fake diss
Never take the time to distract me from my old stuff
Unify the rest with the master I do mix
me
Everybody take this
Let me make a fake diss
Never take the time to distract me from my old shit
Unify the rest with the master I do mix
Contemplate
(back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
And ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)
Just trying to find my way
helped out by hoeing the
Corn and the beans
Sometimes she would stare at
Herself in a mirror
And any would say, there was much to admire
Every turn
bitch
Bend like a road pro tractor
Baby suck the dick
And I ain't even have to ask her
She said she wanna take a trip
Fly her out to Alaska
Uh
This
wit two precise niggaz, holdin' the right biscuits
There'll be a lot of cats leakin' out they life liquid
Niggaz who actin' hard this ain't Columbia
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