Hey, Poncho, where are you going? I'm going to San Francisco man To see my friend El Poncho He says, hey One String There's something you got to know, you know? I said, yeah? When we are back on our saddles and our horses We sing this old country song like this Chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow On my way to San Francisco Where I buck my friend and his name was Poncho He said one string There's something you got to know When we are back on our saddles and our horses Where we go We sing this Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Don't need to brag No need to boast I can rock you from a pillow To post to post When the music's nice We play them twice While the girls are screaming out like mice My name is Brushy I'm the king of swing To rap your music And to let you sing It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say I rap my music night and day Rock them night and day My mama hear me sing! Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Don't need to brag No need to boast I can rock you from a pillow To post to post When the music's nice We play them twice While the girls are screaming out like mice My name is Brushy I'm the king of swing To rap your music And to let you sing It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say I rap my music night and day Rock them night and day. And Luci hear me say! Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the... When chicken in the... Corn can't grow When chicken in the...

Иисус живёт в Москве Иисус играет в Доту Иисус ходит на работу Иисус застрял в кармане Иисус обожает кофе Иисус ходит в чёрной кофте Иисус откисает в бане Иисус застрял в кармане Иисус ненавидит хлопья Иисус покупает копья Иисус знает: лучше не станет Иисус застрял в кармане Иисус обожает кофе Иисус ходит в чёрной кофте Иисус откисает в бане Иисус застрял в кармане

You might not be the chosen one Still you wait for your time to come But your faith has taken a tumble And your pride is shaken and humble, now You must know nothing's set in stone You must know that you're not alone You try not to ever hate But can't help but overcompensate As a smile says everything's rosy Maybe ten percent then it's mostly, yeah You must know nothing's set in stone You must know that you're not alone You dream of another world Where the guy always gets a girl But your life is not like the movies You can tune your way to hero, should we? Sometime for the underdog We should take time for the underdog The calm ones will get it done And it's the brave that will overcome Should you listen to your voices When they lie and give you no more choices? Frame what you're gonna do In this phase that you're going through

Hey, Poncho, where are you going? I'm going to San Francisco man To see my friend El Poncho He says, hey One String There's something you got to know, you know? I said, yeah? When we are back on our saddles and our horses We sing this old country song like this Chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow On my way to San Francisco Where I buck my friend and his name was Poncho He said one string There's something you got to know When we are back on our saddles and our horses Where we go We sing this Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Don't need to brag No need to boast I can rock you from a pillow To post to post When the music's nice We play them twice While the girls are screaming out like mice My name is Brushy I'm the king of swing To rap your music And to let you sing It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say I rap my music night and day Rock them night and day My mama hear me sing! Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Don't need to brag No need to boast I can rock you from a pillow To post to post When the music's nice We play them twice While the girls are screaming out like mice My name is Brushy I'm the king of swing To rap your music And to let you sing It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say I rap my music night and day Rock them night and day. And Luci hear me say! Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the... When chicken in the... Corn can't grow When chicken in the...