Lyrics

You?re more concerned
With the stain on your shirt
And what direction
The head of your beer is looking
Why should you care
Whether daddy can pay support
And that he needs to sell dope to survive

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Mule, mule, mule
Went to school, went to school
Painted pretty pictures
Made an ashtray for his mom
Mule, mule, mule
Went to school, went to school
Now he packed that ass
Despite his past
Of knowledge and education

You understand driver
That I must pass you
It?s not that I
Don?t appreciate your hugeness
I do
I?m a mission to get me nowhere
On a mission to get me through
I don?t what I?m gonna be doing
But I know what I?m gonna do

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Now I don?t want my boy
To be a rough neck
Like this boy
To be some boss man?s toy
To be a puppet of money
And I don?t get along
With anyone except
The animal inside me
Half man half machinery
Farmhand working
The land of opportunity

Country bumkin
Don?t drop that pumpkin
Think about something
To keep that grip tight
You?re rear end be bumpin
Ass be pumpin
All down the highway
And all through the night

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