The Farm (Letra)

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There´s a cockroach in my coffee
There´s a needle in my arm
And I feel like New York City
Get me to the farm

Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Somebody get me to the farm

I got terminal uniqueness
I’m an egocentric man
I get caught up in my freakness
But I ain´t no Peter Pan
Get me to the farm

Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Get me…

Buckle up straight Jack
Sanity is such a drag
Jellybeam thorazene
Trancendental jet lag

Sanity I ain´t gotta
Feeling like a pinala
Sucker punch-blowin´lung
Motherload-pigeonholed
I’m feeling like I’m gonna explode

I wanna be a Hare Krishna
Tattoo a dot right on my head
And the prozac is my fixer
I am the living dead

Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Somebody take me to the farm
Somebody take me to the farm

Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Somebody take me to the farm
Somebody take me to the farm

Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm…

Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Somebody take me to the farm

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[Master P Talking]
You know what?
I mean, society treat me like I’m a insect
I’m out here hustlin’ tryna get mine, but imagine
where I’m from? You know what I’m sayin?
Mama wasn’t there, Papa wasn’t there, I had to get out
there and get it how I live. ya heard me?
Ha Ha

[chorus 4x]
Mama gone, Daddy wasn’t home
Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm

[Master P]
We live that thug life, I mean that drug life
Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I’m alright
I got my own paper, I learned to shake a hater
I’m high tech, got computers in the navigator
And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weed
You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need
You know I’m ballin, shot callin
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it’s New Orleans
City of that china white, I got my game tight
One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don’t fight
Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla mane
Step on my toes whodi, and I’ma killa mane
Represent that Boot Camp, don’t take no food stamps
Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head damp
Cause I’ma tall hitta, and ya’ll some small hittas
You know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta

[chorus]

[Master P]
Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle
I’m like Paul Hardy, I’m in yo bone gristle
I’m not a doctor, Professional blocker
I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya
Now get the car whodi, it’s time to gas up
Grab me a ‘K, I handle my business and I mask up
I’m on the run mane, It aint no fun mane
Tryna change my life but I’m back, to doin the same thang
Penitentiary bounded, but well grounded
Seven years later, I’m smilin and ya’ll frownin

[chorus until end]

The Farm (Letra)

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There’s a cockroach in my coffee
There’s a needle in my arm
And I feel like New York Cittay
Get me to the farm

Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Somebody get me to the farm

I got terminal uniqueness
I’m an egocentric man
I get caught up in my freakness
But I ain’t no Peter Pan
Get me to the farm

Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Get me…

Buckle up straightjack
Insanity is such a drag
Jellybean thorazene
Transcendental jet lag

Sanity I ain’t gona
Feeling like a pifiata
Sucker punch – blow lunch
Motherload – pigeonholed
I’m feeling like I’m gonna explode

I wanna be a Hare Krishna
Tattoo a dot right on my head
And the prozac is my fixer
I am the living dead

Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Somebody get me to the farm
Somebody get me to the farm

Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Somebody take me to the farm
Somebody take me to the farm

Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm

Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm

Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm

Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Somebody get me to the farm

The Farm (Letra)

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Written by gerry beckley, ©1991
Found on encore: more greatest hits.

We’re feedin’ the world but we can’t feed ourselves
They tell us don’t plant now but there’s nothing on the shelves
If someone is watchin’ down from above
What in the world is he thinkin’ of

Daisy i think we must sell the farm
And you know i don’t wanna cause alarm
The times are a changin’, the money is gone
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here

If someone is watchin’ down from above
What in the world is he thinkin’ of

Daisy i think we must sell the farm
And you know i don’t wanna cause you harm
The times are a changin’, the money is gone
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
Where do we go from here

The Farm (Letra)

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Bought myself a farm way out in the country
Took to growin lettuce milkin cows and honey
Bought myself a farm (way out in the country)
Bought myself a farm way out in the country
Spent time in the hayloft with the mice and the bunnies
Spent time in the country
Yes it’s good livin on the farm
Ah so good livin on the farm
Yes it’s good livin on the farm
Here comes my next door neighbour comin down the road
He always looks so regal ridin on his toad named Lightnin
The toad’s name is Lightnin he’s ten hands at the shoulder
And if you give him sugar you know he’ll whinny like a boulder
Yes he will
Well I gotta get back to work now and clear away some logs
Ah the sun is shinin westwards yeah I think I’ll saddle up my frog and
Get outta here