plead He don't really want to see me Cotton soldier, I told ya Who is it? The cotton soldier Cotton soldier, I told ya Who is it? The cotton soldier
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? It's like, did Shuggie do it yet? No, not yet, wait Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me Tell you what That the sex in my walk was cotton
soldier Mommy says that it's time for sleep If my folks were wiser and older They'd know kids and toys don't need sleep Don't be bad little cotton dolly
Someone who would ride with me be on my side with me Be a friend spend time with me Roller coaster three wheel motion Wide open you under ocean Big teddy bears cotton
Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin' Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier
backstreets in a batch that having a hoe Protect The shit, won't work that batch just wants your scrizzach Lettin 'em know, preferred Zodiac sign Scorpio See the breeze soldier
Ain't about my big old amps It ain't rained in weeks But the weather sure feels damp Ain't about excuses or alibis Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton
holiday) Now throw your hands to the sky Bounce to the music we ride We representin' right (We are on a holiday) Bring out your kids and just treat em Cotton
wasn't about the dividends You was there when I needed you I remember writing letters on the road I wanna be wit you I know we young and we got time Little soldiers
I'm goin' there no more to roam I'm just a goin' over Jordan I'm just a goin' over home Ya see, I'm a concrete buffalo soldier I gotta chip it's like
day sequel Tryin' to flee the trap of this nation Seein' penitentiary's the plan, ta plant the new plantation They say we'll take the animals from cottons
names are date of births, On a later verse, Make a nigger play reverse (move backwards), Marching with some soldiers here, We coming over there, The kind of niggers soldiers
the family's been here for the last hundred years and it's all that he's ever known life in the cotton fields swamps and the rolling hills always called
the life of a song I could mend the broke and wounded, I could prove that love is real And take someone from China to a Carolina cotton field I could comfort every soldier
got it made Richie Rich, I got it made Richie Rich, I got it made I'm kinda spoiled 'cuz everything that I want I got made I wanted gear, got everything from cotton
And never go to the fedz on ya folks Cause punks get fucked with the soap Chorus iii: Mo b. dick: I got that real good cocaine (cocaine) each and Every day, all real tru soldiers
calling from prairie to shore, "Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war. Blue grass and cotton, burnt and forgotten All hope seems gone so soldier