Sometimes i feel like
sh#tting on this mic and i still might
I walk past this tractor, you see this farm
I spin this yarn, mic extends in my arm
All fields i have combined
Take a break at lunch time
Make it or break it, it’s crunch time
The current situation drags me through rough times
Harvest all my skills, i feel confined
Like the water in this 8 mile burn
The pages i scrawl
The papers i sprawl
The ages i trawl
The weight i haul
The haters i troll
Is it worth it all
This sh#t ticks me off
I itch my balls
Feel like i’m in a trailer park
With all this excess baggage
If i can’t salvage this lark
It’s bound to cause damage
The world has gone mad
Tryna keep up with new fads
Can’t i be like benjamin cabbagepatch in his bachelor pad
f#ck being a commuter
I’d rather sit at my computer
Grinding out a shooter
Press f for the respect that you give to the loser
Walking down these farm tracks
This sh#t takes me so far back
I’m not gonna follow the shepherd like the rest of the herd
I’d give an arm and a leg to stop me from heading to farmageddon
I’m not raking in the cash
But i’m making a splash in this 8 mile burn
This 8 mile burn
It is my turn
This mud, this earth
I crawl through this dirt
The skills i’ve learnt
Times i’ve been hurt
I spit these words
As i walk down this 8 mile burn
This 8 mile burn
It is my turn
This mud, this earth
I crawl through this dirt
The skills i’ve learnt
Times i’ve been hurt
I spit these words
As i walk down this 8 mile burn
The grass is always greener on the other side, they hate my shine
Bridges i have burnt, the place i’m from, the rep i’ve earnt
Now see these cows
These fields been ploughed
My speech leaves no doubt
The boredom comes, the evening drought
This pile of manure got me in this field like
I’m feeling it’s real sh#te
I’m just the cream of the crop
But now i’ve got dreams of the top
Follow this stream ’till it stops
I’m pigeon holin’ wishin’
For regular jobs at the ranch
Stick to this one branch
No more new brands
At the orchard working and
I see apples, sometimes i just ate five
Searching for a better minimum wage like
Nervous, urgin’ for a pay rise
Boss’s daughter go for a roll in the hay like
This ain’t right, i need a new way to escape life
Make my way down the drainpipe
Building my dreams, make it rain in the daylight
This old victorious, laborious, notorious
8 mile burn
Walking through the country so laid back
Every time i see a haystack
The need’ll be there to just lay back
This dairy sh#t is crazy
I’m on it daily but i’m still not making pastry
Kneading dough ’cause i need a roll
Making dough really takes it’s toll
For now i’m just the crème brulee
I’ll be the crème de la crème one day
Like a farmer surveying his crops, i’m outstanding in my field
I walk with my mates on the street
Ain’t gansta when we meet
We just follow our feet
Marching past city limits to the beat
Watching the world turn
As i flow down this 8 mile burn
8 mile burn
It is my turn
This mud, this earth
I crawl through this dirt
The skills i’ve learnt
Times i’ve been hurt
I spit these words
As i walk down this 8 mile burn
8 mile burn
It is my turn
This mud, this earth
I crawl through this dirt
The skills i’ve learnt
Times i’ve been hurt
I spit these words
As i walk down this 8 mile burn
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