and scrape the weeds Till I succeed in seeing cabbage growing through Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging Digging, digging, digging, digging Now I'm a farmer, and I'm
Traduzione: Chi, il. Ora io sono un agricoltore.
think I'd die? I never got a single visit yet I carry on All my old friends too busy now my money gone Said I got raped in jail, picture that? {*laughter
teach again CHORUS Now, I've been runnin' this race for some time Now I hand it off to you 'cuz it's the end of my life I'm prayin' that, oh, wherever
I had a buck for everytime I've fucked up i would be the big willy nigga with my feet up but I'm in the field killin' for a meal around fake hoes talkin
goddamn minds I'm outta reach I'm outta you're element out of the ordinary outta sight I'm a outsider it's outta my hands I'm outta this world on the
minds i'm outta reach i'm outta you're element out of the ordinary outta sight i'm a outsider it's outta my hands i'm outta this world on the mic and
it's just a practical joke" [Phone rings, cow picks it up] Farmer: Hello may I speak to the cow Cow: Moo Farmer: Hi, I'm a famous actor Cow: Moo Farmer
traitor. He will ask for papers.? See I'm a nice invader?, made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag from paper by the snotty little nuzzle of a latchkey
who crashed boats And the angels who never hit a bad note when harmonising I'm an armour plated farmer I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow For the
I've got to go" [Aesop Rock] Ban away temper tantrum, decrept anthem Set a low go, I arrived late I'm here to scrape a car clean to the funk machine
now, Got a brand new skeleton crew on the move now When they aren't manning thirty burning cannons stern and bow They are prying shiny metals out your M-M-M
I wanna give it up, and say I love you to With a hun, boo, who, or buttercup, your bath with what? I'm lickin' it up, no beef? Nah, cause she don't want the drama I'm
and Stripes Who am I to say? I have problems getting a blank page moving just one of my insecurities that I suppose will come and go today All I can hear
fires three-sixty degrees, BACKDRAFT! Who wanna start a trend, when it shouldn't even be a trend to be reckoned with, I think too many MC's are forgettin I
I've turned a page on my childhood days "Ay yo look Ma, I'm a productive member of society When I'm drunk I make noise, but otherwise I like quietly"
a chair I got greens fresh off the farm And with that he pulled a bottle from his pocket and said youngin' ima give it a try I said hold up pops, I ain