I'm always out in the cotton field
Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast
When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!
If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend
Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff
And a finger in the middle that i leave em with
Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations
Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,
Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.
In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow
Out in the cotton gin
Energized and still going
Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field
I did a little stint, shout out to the south east
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