Alba s touto skladbou:
Mail on Sunday,
My lawnmower home, but my hoe's still missin', my
hoe's still missin', my hoe's still missin'. My
rake's in the shed, but my hoe's still missin', my
hoe's still missin', my hoe's still missin'. Plow
in the world, but my hoe's still missin', my hoe's
still missin', my hoe's still missin'. I'm 'bout
to lose my head 'cause my hoe's still missin, like
it's greener on the other side.
I take care of the yard, everyday, I don't know
why my hoe got missin. My rake in good condition,
my lawnmower in position. I ain't done a damn
thing wrong for my hoe to get up and get missin.
Now I'd be wrong if I was to dig up the dirt and I
saw for myself then witness. Well I'd tell you
about my hoe, never had restrictions. I guess more
green was her attention, I shoulda kept that hoe
in the kitchen. Got me on a mission, left my shed
without permission. I'm sheddin' tears messin up
my vision, this hoe gon' make me go to prison.
My lawnmower home, but my hoe's still missin', my
hoe's still missin', my hoe's still missin'. My
rake's in the shed, but my hoe's still missin', my
hoe's still missin', my hoe's still missin'. Plow
in the world, but my hoe's still missin', my hoe's
still missin', my hoe's still missin'. I'm 'bout
to lose my head 'cause my hoe's still missin, like
it's green on the other side.
That hoe cost me my job, I'm afraid I shoulda
learned mo' about the business. A hoe is good for
diggin', I shoulda know this from the beginnin'. I
don' got caught slippin' now I'm trippin out the
door somebody else found interest. Throw my hoe
until I found out until I find out different.
Better to know then have intuitions. Who been in
my yard, why would anybody split us apart. I never
thought that hoe would get to my heart, I found
out right off this bitch came from a bar? Why this
hoe ain't in somebody garage. I was a gentlemen
right from the start. Ever since I put the hoe in
my touch, now this bitch won't even spare me the rod.
My lawnmower home, but my hoe's still missin', my
hoe's still missin', my hoe's still missin'. My
rake's in the shed, but my hoe's still missin', my
hoe's still missin', my hoe's still missin'. Plow
in the world, but my hoe's still missin', my hoe's
still missin', my hoe's still missin'. I'm 'bout
to lose my head 'cause my hoe's still missin, like
it's green on the other side.
7 years now it's all over, now hold on goin' gotta
feel me brah. Left my home, no sign of luck. I try
to drink petron so all the memories gone. All the
pain I'm trying to pour it in my cup. Bought the
hoe my last couple of bucks. Lost a hoe I never
felt this crush, like cushion a dutch, never this
much. If I woulda known my hoe was just temporary.
And I ain't talking about the hoe you find in the
dictionary. I feel like going to war like the
military. Somebody gon' have to visit the cemetery.
My lawnmower home, but my hoe's still missin', my
hoe's still missin', my hoe's still missin'. My
rake's in the shed, but my hoe's still missin', my
hoe's still missin', my hoe's still missin'. Plow
in the world, but my hoe's still missin', my hoe's
still missin', my hoe's still missin'. I'm 'bout
to lose my head 'cause my hoe's still missin, like
it's greener on the other side.
