Water, water, water, water. Is it hot as hell in here or is it me?. It really is a mystery. If I die before I wake. I pray the Lord my soul to take my misery.
Freshened air around my head Mornings tumble out. Of bed Eggs and grits and lickety-split. Look at me jump!. I'm in the great shape of agriculture. . I wanna be around to pick up the pieces When.