
Well, I like my lovin' done country style
And this little girl would walk a country mile
To find her a good old slow talkin…
…a' runnin' barefooted through the old cornfields
And I love that country ham
Well, you say I'm a' made just to fit your plans…
No, you don't see no city when you look at me
'Cause a country's all I am
I love a' runnin' barefooted through the old cornfields
And I love that country…

Well, I like my lovin' done country style
And this little girl would walk a country mile
To find her a good old slow talkin…
…a' runnin' barefooted through the old cornfields
And I love that country ham
Well, you say I'm a' made just to fit your plans…
…no city when you look at me
'Cause a country's all I am
I love a' runnin' barefooted through the old cornfields
And I love that country…

Well, I like my lovin' done country style
And this little girl would walk a country mile
To find her a good ole slow talkin…
…through the old cornfields
And I love that country ham.
Well, you say I'm made just to fit your plans…
…no city when you look at me
'Cause country's all I am
I love runnin' barefooted through the old cornfields
And I love that country…

…tonight...
I'm falling behind.
Snow on the cornfields,
silver and blue.
It's probably raining
on her house, too.
I know she won't wait…
…bad.
Don't say where you're going
'cause they won't understand...
move your own way through.
It's got my heart cold.
I…
…was walkin',
walkin' in the rain...
Hollywood the second time,
Hollywood the second time.
Thanks for the ride,
thanks for the loan.
It was windy…

…double
I whispered softly to my friend, “Man, are we in trouble?”
[Verse]
Speeding through the crowd of people full of panic
Split…
…]
[Verse]
City starts to fade away, cornfields all around
I once was blind before, but now I must be found
In the country, dry and…
…all around
I once was blind before, but now I must be found
In the country, dry and hungry, no more time to relax
Weary mind still moving on, stumblin' down the tracks…

They thread their way cross valley floors
Through shell holes and the fallen
Impending threats their sabres drawn
Fleeting prayers by Crucifix Corner…
…deadly thorns
Tear troopers from their chargers
Through this wall of smoke and flame
This lethal iron curtain…
To gain the slope, the woods beyond
Where hunting will be certain
I've seen you through these bloody days
And I'll see you through another
I promise you…

…golden
("On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'")
We're not balling, or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all…
…-in'
We holding onto what's golden
("On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'")
[Verse 2: Marc 7even]
Melancholy mundane so I tame the hot flame
Big…
…not balling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
("On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'")
We're…

…golden
("On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'")
We're not balling, or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all…
…-in'
We holding onto what's golden
("On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'")
[Verse 2: Marc 7even]
Melancholy mundane so I tame the hot flame
Big…
…not balling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
("On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'")
We're…

Well I like my lovin' done country style and this little girl would walk a country mile
To find her a good ole slow talkin…
…' country boy I said a country boy
I'm about as old fashioned as I can be and I hope you're likin' what you see
Cause if you're lookin…
…the old cornfields and I love that country ham
Well you say I'm made just to fit your plans
But there's a barnyad shavel pick your…

…on
Zaakir is hands on, what's the beef?
The Cooley High cold chief high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate…
…the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design what have a National Geographic a magic
With tailor-made status and plus favored…
…what's golden
(PE Sample) *On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*
(Marc 7even)
Melancholy mundane so I tame the hot flame
Big rings, fat…

…on
Zaakir is hands on, what's the beef?
The Cooley High cold chief high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate…
…golden
(PE Sample) *On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*
[Marc 7even]
Melancholy mundane so I tame the hot flame
Big rings, fat…
The taut taces be bringing these hot styles through
Some of you bum a few chairs from shock value
Word power can plow through acres of cornfields
Paragraphs cut like warm steel, preform ill...
[Chorus]…

Blue skies, tall palm trees
Flippin through pages of magazines
Workin at the counter at, walgreens
Dreamin', waitin
Pinchin…
…goodbye
Drive past the water tower eighty miles an hour over county lines
Red bull and a blue camaro blacktop to golden sand
What lies…
…the water tower eighty miles an hour over county lines
Red bull and a blue camaro blacktop to golden sand
What lies ahead down…

I remember the cornfields
In the wind softly sighing
And the swing beneath the chestnut tree
I remember my school friend
Happy…
…with pity
While sad of heart I roam
I remember my first love
And the last time he kissed me
By the golden cornfields…
…love
And the last time he kissed me
By the golden cornfields
Those lovely cornfields of home, sweet home…

…break, start the song now, f*cker
[Verse 1]
[Slug]
We traveling the missle, weaving through your cornfields
Leaving behind…
…a trail of amateur porn and orange peels
Navagatin' through this basement, that masquerades
As a nation, practising my acetate masturbation…
In your backyard just to f*ck with your guard dog
Throw a brick through your sh*t and cut the alarm off
b*tch
[Slug]
f*ck yes, I do my best…

…(Slug)
We travel in a missile, weaving through your cornfields
Leaving behind a trail of amateur porn and orange peels
Navigating…
…to blend into one big bullet hole?
(Brother Ali)
Shoot through it as a unit with the best of my crew
Pumping melodies and memories too, my…
…on the inside of that warhead
Cross Country, like a little lost junkie
Make 'em hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money
Steering…