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dog No eat last night And a cry seh dem hungry Mi nah waste no time Mi a go fi mine Get rich or die tryin [Chorus:] Whe can satisfy me A trailer load
guess, I gave it all to you, babe There's not room in no trailer for two, babe Well I guess, I gave it all for you, babe All for you and your trailer
(konishi) Translators: andrei cunha Mina-san yokoso Sekai-ju no machi ni matta Pitchikato faibu no Atarashii arubamu ga Yoyaku kansei shimashita Dai
't what you all say I am 'Cause there ain't no trash in my trailer Though you might find an empty can of beer No there ain't been no trash in my trailer
Put the needle to the record and hit me with your style Soon enough, I'll learn to unload my mouth Can you feel it's getting blacker, the vibe up in this
Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia The dirt has begun to breathe Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind Held down in profanation
She was standin? there with her big, blue, question mark eyes Sayin, ?Would you stay the night?? And me, I was just seventeen, my very first time But
Your daddy thinks I?m up to no good I?m only doin? what a young man should It?s been thirteen days since I?ve seen your face I can tell, pretty babe,
Don?t mind me, I mean no harm I?m just tryin? to save my Papa?s farm The bank came out and chained the gates ?Cause Papa can?t handle them interest rates
You don't even know what you did, do you, baby? You never looked back when you left You didn't see me, oh, going crazy Pickin' up the pieces all by myself
There are those who wake up every morning Pull the curtains back smilin? at the sun They hold their head high when the rain is pouring Lay down in peace
All the lights are goin' down On Main Street Parkin' lots are fillin' up With teenage dreams an' pick-up trucks There's gonna be a race tonight That'
Sometimes I go walking through the long tall grass Wonder how long hard times will last For this backward soul on a road that god knows where As hard
The cocaine bag, and your lovers numbers Found in the bottom of our baby's crib I've never asked for what you have given And I can't take it for another
I got a city folk friend in a hip-hop world He goes by E. Diddy but his name is Earl Cocks his hat to the side in his grandma's ride Pumpin' nothin' but
I'm Country, You can tell how i speak, I've lived by the creek. Cotton fields and pickin' tress are my earliest memories. I'm Country, Ain't scared to
