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Topaz Jones - Cotton Fields lyrics

Artist: Topaz Jones

album: Cotton Fields / For the Better


Cotton fields in the sky
I took my pick
I gotta preach it's alright
And I ain't finna die
At least not today
Grandmama prayed for me

Young but I'm acting grown
Used to need a chaperone
Used to being patronized
They wouldn't pass me that Patrón
Pack a cone in
That get blown like a saxophone, yeah
Packing stones in my slingshot
Kick rocks
Pop goes the weasel and so do I
Might need some humbling
I'm bubbling up like soda pop
I need the Hubble when I rise
Just to see further past the horizon
It's sparks fly like the 4th of July
A soldier I carry the weight
I don't break both shoulders
I'm so surprised
Floating like butterfly
Stinging like soap in eyes
Most the guys that you focus time on are so contrived
Wanna choke 'em but I'm civilized
So we socialize
I hope to God we're able to let go of pride
Find our inner child
Back when all our jeans were oversized
All our T's were snowy white
And all our dreams were stolen rides
I don't trip, I know it's mine
The cream and the smoke shall rise
Cotton fields in the sky
I took my pick
I gotta preach it's alright
And I ain't finna die
At least not today
Grandmama prayed for me
Okay I'm back at it
How'd I end up at these parties where ain't no black at it
You said "I ain't notice, sorry, it was an accident" (Uh huh)
Don't make me snatch all the teeth upside of yo' cabinet
I get so bored of these games we playing badminton?
My best friend throwing up flags, like, ain't no tackling
His baby cousin annoying
She always tattling
Right after practice his daddy gave him an ass whopping
That was just good parenting in my day
Lucky we had fathers, gave us someone to imitate
Had my share of problems, but my momma would set it straight
Made me read Malcom X and taught me to meditate
I was in the 2nd grade when they chose to separate
Depressed for a little bit, but no, it didn't devastate
I learned that every twist of fate
Is merely a test of faith
I keep my feet down to earth but my heads in space
Heaven's Gate
Them cotton fields in the sky (Uh!)
I took my pick
I gotta preach it's alright
And I ain't finna die
At least not today
Grandmama prayed for me

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