Текст песни
I
ain't
tryna
be
the
king
of
no
anthill
Faith's
something
that
you
can't
see
and
can't
kill
Good
laughs,
good
talks,
lots
of
clapping
hands
I
suppose
it
isn't
simply
happen
stance
Dodging
drama
and
my
mama
is
my
anchor
Looking
for
sufficient
ways
to
thank
her
Writing
to
the
world
from
the
rural
Ask
ya
man,
and
ya
friends,
and
ya
girl
I
don't
got
a
hit
no,
n
got
plural
Betta
add
the
s
on
it
I
ain't
tryna
stress
the
point
just
had
to
go
address
for
ya
How
the
hell
I
end
up
here
of
all
places?
I
remember
plenty
Ls
well
I
embrace
it
If
the
shoe
come
undone
you
re-lace
it
Face
of
an
I-80
Brady
kid
Shady
n
maybe
should
stay
well
out
my
radius
Making
sure
these
black
and
brown
babies
know
how
great
we
is
Tell
them
where
you
came
from
Tell
ya
where
ya
from
Tell
ya
where
ya
from
Tell
ya
where
ya
from
Tell
ya
where
ya
from
Somewhere
Someone
Somewhere
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